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By    NATHANIEL    EVANS,    A.  M. 

Late  Missionary  (appointed  fy  the  Society  for  Pro- 
pacating  the  Gospel)  for  'Gloucester  County, 
in  New-Jersey  ;  and  Chaplain  to  the  Lord  Vis- 
count KilmoreYj  of  the   Kingdom  of  Ireland. 


PHILADELPHIA: 
Punted    by  JOHN   DUNLAP,    in  AJarket-Street, 
!_  M/DGC.  LXXII. 


1 


CTJH E  Author  of  the  following  Poems  was  lorn  in 
the  city  of  Philadelphia,  June  8  th,  1742  -,  and 
was  fent  to  the  Academy  there,  foon  after  it  wasfirfi 
opened,  and  before  the  Collegiate  part  of  the  Inftitin 
tion  was  begun.  Having  fpent  about  fix  years  in 
Grammar  Learning,  his  parents,  who  were  reputable 
citizens,  defigning  him  for  merchandize,  put  him  Ap- 
prentice -,  butmot finding  either  his  genius  or  inclination 
leading  him  much  to  that  profeffion,  he  devoted  more 
of  his  time  to  the  fervice  of  the  Mufes,  than  to  the 
bufinefs  of  the  Counting- Houfe.  Soon  after  the  ex- 
piration of  his  apprentice/hip,  he  accordingly  returned 
to  the  College,  and  applied  himfelf,  with  great  dili- 
gence, to  theftudy  0/Philofophy  and  the  Sciences,  till 
'the  Commencement,  May  30th,  1765;  when,  en  ac- 
count of  his  great  merit  and  promifing  genius,  he  was9 
by  fpecial  Mandate  of  the  Truftees,  upon  the  recom- 
mendation of  the  Provoft  and  Faculty  of  Profeffors, 
complimented  with  a  Diploma  for  the  degree  cf 
Matter  of  Arts  •,  although  he  had  not  taken  the  pre- 
vious degree  of  Bachelor  of  Arts,  on  accounj^f  the 
interruption  in  his  courfe  of  [Indies,  during  the  term  of 
his  apprentice/hip. 

2  2  Immediate  ir 


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1m:  Her  the  Committment  he  cm- 

recommendo- 

:;  to  the  I  r propagating  the  Go  ; 

s  a  Jit  pei 
tdtobe  opened  for  Git  i 

Up: 

i  Lord  Bifbop  of L  D?\ 

T  e  r  r  i  c  k  ,  wh  o  e:  .  i  ffion  in 

I  of  an 
':  Le  compofed  in  a 
Theologica' 

pen. 

He  returnzd frc:::  ^  led  at  Phi  la- 

2  6th  j    1755.  :  had  for  his 

:  addref 
fed.     I  upon 

: !  buPju 
\  by  the  gt  per,  tie 

ility 

s,  and  ,  of  his  FplpicCom( 

I  for  ihefacred  cff.ee, 
L:d  now  •:  f     He 

1    ;-\    1767,   I 


[      v      ] 

than  by  bis  own  Congregations ',  whom  he  had  not  yet 
id  t  zv  o  years  ! 

Soon  after  bis  deaths  the  papers  'which  ccmpofe 
the  following  Volume  were  committed  to  the  cere  cf 
9fyfef,  and  the  Lady  already  mentioned,  agreeable  to 
fome  cf  his  own  I  aft  directions  ;  and  fo  f acred  is  the 
truft  conjignid  by^deceafed  friend,  that  I  ficarce  knew 
hired  to  exatfe  my  long  delay  in  offering  them  to  the 
Id;  especially  after  the  great  encouragement  green 
to  the  publication,  by  the  numerous  and  refpeclable 
lift  cf  Subfcribers,  prefixed  to  the  work.  The  true  ex- 
cufe  will  Is  the  beft,  and  I  am  perjuaded,  the  meft 
acceptable  \  namely\  my  want  cf  lei  fur  e  to  f el  eel  and 
review  the  different  papers,  and  the  interruption  which 
the  work  met  with,  by  my  being  obliged  to  take  a 
voyage  to  South-Carolina,  during  the  loft  winter. 

What  high  and  rapturous  Ideas  cur  Author  had 
formed  of  true  poetic  Genius,  may  be  in  feme  meafure 
conceived  from  the  following  Preface,  which  feems  to 
have  been  intended  fcr  his  Pieces,  and  was  undoubted- 
ly written  by  him,  in  the  ft:  or  t  interval  between  his 
I  aft  dangerous  illnefs,  end  that  fatal  relapfe,  which 
put  an  end  to  his  life — This  Preface  I  ft) all  give 
literally  as  he  left  it ;  fir  here  the  haft  variation  wculd 
be  criminal. 

a  2  PREFACE. 


VI 


PREFACE. 


6i 


T)OET RT,  fays  he,  has  been  accounted  the 
moft  peculiar  of  all  the  liberal  arts  -,  and  it  is 
the  snly  One,  in  the  circle  of  literature,  which  a  man  of 
common  capacity  cannot,  by  meer  dint  of  ccnflant  ap- 
plication, become  mafier  of.  The  moft  exalted  profe 
writers  that  ever  graced  the  learned  world,  have  ren- 
•dered  them f elves  liable  to  ridicule  in  their  add  relies 
to  the  Muses." 

"  The  great  Cicero*  not  lefs  famous  for  tht  ele- 
gance of  his  ftyle,  than  for  his  univerfal  knowledge^ 
was  a  remarkable  inftance  of  the  truth  of  this  obfer- 
vation.     And  the  wonder  ceafes,  if  what  a  celebrated 

Critic*  fays,   be  true,   to  wit That  t,o  confiitute  a 

Poet,  is  required  "  an  elevation  of  foul,  that  de- 
pends not  oaly  on  art  and  ftudy,  but  mud  alfo  ee 
the  Gift  of  Heaven."  lfay,  if  this  be  the  cafe, 
the  1  iddle  is  immediately  expounded,  and  we  are  at  no 
lofs  to  affign  a  reafcn,  why  fane,  (comparatively  f peak- 
ing)  illiterate  men,  have  been  the  fublimefl  poets  of  the 
age  they  lived  in" 

*  Rat  in. 

IT 


[     vii     ] 

<c  It  is  notftrange,  therefore,  that  thofe  whom  na- 
ture has  thus  diflinguijhed,  fiould  be  looked  on  as  a 
kind  of  prodigies  in  the  world.  For,  according  to 
Horace,  it  is  not  a  trifling  power  the  man  is  en- 
dued with 


-meum  qui  pectus  inaniter  angit, 


Irritat,  mulcet,  falfis  terroribus  implet, 

Ut  magus Lib.  II.  Epist.   u 

"  There  is  apleafing  Je  ne  fcay  quoi  in  the  pro- 
ductions 0/ poetic  genius,  which  is  e after  felt  than  de- 
fer: bed.  It  is  the  voice  of  nature  in  the  Poet,  operat- 
ing like  a  charm  on  the  foul  of  the  reader.  It  is  the 
marvellous  conception,  the  noble  wildnefs,  the  lof- 
ty fentiment,  the  fire  and  enthufiafm  of  ffirit,  the 
living  imagery,  the  exquifne  choice  of  words,  the 
variety,  the  fweetnefs,  the  majefty  of  numbers,  and 
the  irref.fi able  magic  of  exprefiion  f. 

The  profe  writer,  may  indeed  warm  his  Reader 
with  a  ferene  and  Heady  fire  •,  he  may  keep  up  his 
attention  with  the  energetic,  the  flowing  period. 
But  the  Poet's  it  is,  to  wrap  him  in  a  flame —  to 

f  This  fent;nc'y  fi  truly  rich  ax&$ottic   in  itfi/f,  is  a  fine 
inftance  of 'the  Auth  pcepthn  and  feeling  of  a  true  Poc- 

UC  genius  aiul  enthufiafm* 

difjbhe 


[  via  ] 

dijjolve  him,  as  it  were,  in  his  own  rapturous  blaze  ! 
7 he  Poet's  it  is,  to  hurry  him  out  of  himielf,  with 
i  I :  fame  velocity,  as  though  he  were  really  mounted  on 
-mged   Pegafus — It  is  his   to   lift  him  up   to 
*h,  or  plunge  him  into  the  gloom  of  Tartarus— 
;,  to  unveil  to  him  the  fecrets  of  the  deep,  or 
'  :y.i  to  his  mind,  all -the  novelty  of  this  varied 
rid — to  carry  him  back  into  'the  darknefs  of  anti- 
quity, or  waft  bim  forwards  into  the  vad  fea  of  fu- 
turity— and  finally,  to  infpire  him  with  the  patriot 
glow,  or  fire  his  foul  with  the  heavenly  ideas  of 
Moral   Beauty,    and  all  the  varied  paffwns  of 
Love,  Fear,  Terror,  Companion,  &c.  &c" 

"  Such  is  the  genuine  Poet,  when  improved  by  the 
precepts  of  Art  •,  and  ih:  works  of  fitch  have  been  the 
continual  delight  of  mankind,  as  they  afford  the  fu- 
Vimefi  intelletlual  enjoyment.  With  fuch,  to  tread  the 
flowery  fields  rf  imagination,  and  gather  the  rich 
fruits  of  k nowledge,  is  Ha p ? i n e  ss  indeed  I " 

"  Bur  it  is  rare,  that  fuch  Natural  Geniufes  are 
feen  to  arrive  at  this  e?iv:ed  height.     Some  black  ob-  . 
ftacle  ftill  clegs  their  wings,  and  'retards  their  pro. 

grefs Frequently  thofe  to  whom  Nature  has  been 

thus  bountiful,  have  net  leifurc  to  attend  to  the  cultiva- 
tion 


[    »*    3 

lion  of  their  talents-  frequently,  like  the  rofe  in  the 
wilder  nefs,  they  jufi  bloom,  and  wither  away  in  ob- 
fcurity  -,  andfometimes,  alas  I  the  iron-hand  of  death 
cuts  them  suddenly  off,  as  their  beauties  are  juft 
budding  forth  into  exiftence,  and  leaves  but  the 

FAIR    PROMISES  of  FUTURE  EXCELLENCIES"**** 

Further  his  pen  went  not — What  a  dreadful  blank 
clofes  the  foregoing  fentence,  and  how  truly  prophetic 
of  his  own  fate  ?  He  died  in  his  Twenty-sixth 
Tear — He  was  my  Pupil,  and  truly  dear  and  affec- 
tionate to  me  in  his  whole  demeanor — If  I  had  not 
the  original,  in  his  own  hand  to  produce,  I  fhould 
have  been  afraid  to  publijlo  this  Preface,  as  his,  left 
it  fhould  be  fufpecled  to  have  been  written  after  his 
death,  and  accommodated  to  that  event. 

Ho  W  far  his  Poems  will  anfwer  the  idea  he  had 
formed  of  poetic  eminence,  muft  be  left  for  his  readers 
to  judge.  Many  of  them  are  fragments,  and  un- 
fnifhed',  and  but  few  of  them  were  revifed  by  him- 
felf,  with  a  %view  of  being  publi/hed.  Some  cor- 
rections have,  therefore,  been  made,  where  there  ap- 
peared any  thing  materially  faulty  in  refpecl  to  Gram- 
mar,  the  exaclnefs  of  the  rhymes,  &c.  But  in  thefe  the 
Publifher  has  been  fparing,  and  has  taken  care  that 
the  Author *s  fenfe  fhould in  no  cafe  be  deviated  from — 

b  The 


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7 he  iajkhe  left  to  he -per formed  was  a  mournful  one\  but 
it  has  been  executed  with  that  fidelity ,  which  the  writer 
of  this  would  wifh  might  be  extended  to  any  perfor- 
mance of  his  own,  that  may  be  thought  worthy  of 
the  public  eye,  by  that  true  friend  into  whcfe  hands 
it  may  fall,  when  he  himfelf  fhall  be  no  more  ! 


WILLIAM    SMITH. 


Philadelphia, 
Auguft  i,  1772- 


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ON    THE   DEATH 

O  F     T  H  E 

Rev.  NATHANIEL  EVANS, 

Who  departed  this  Life  in  his  2  6th  Tear  -,  a  dutiful 
and  only  Son  of  aged  and  affectionate  Parents. 

By  L  AU  R  A.  » 

FLOW  to  yon  Grave  approaches  StrephonV  Bitr-* 
Why  down  each  Cheek  defends  the  tender  Tear  ? 
When,  unreclaimd,  the  Vicious  fa!/,  we   weep', 
But  with  the  virtuous  Dead  each  Woe  Jhould  Jleep  ; 
For  Heaven  ordain  d,  that  Death  Jhould  boafl  his  Reign9 
Ere  the  purgd  Soul  celejlial  Heights  can  gain. 

Yet  fuch  a  Train  of  dawning  Virtues  join  d, 
To  grace,  in  bright  Affemblage,  Strephon'j  Mind, 
Our  Lofs  ive  mourn,  nor  think  that  fuch  alone 
Are  thofe  a  gracious  Saviour  deigns  to  own — 
That  Thought,  that  cheering  Thought,  ye  ancient  Pair, 
Muft  cahn  your  JVoc,  and  zuipe  the  falling  Tear  ; 
There  s  nought  befides  can  mitigate  your  Grief; 
No  human  Hand  can  minijler  Relief 
A  Son,  a  darling  Son,  your  Maker  gave  ! 
Behold  him  breathlefs  in  yon  gloomy  Grave  ! 
With  every  Virtue  opening  fair  to  View; 
Lojl  to  the  World — A  Seafon  UJl  to  you  ! 
As  fome  fair  Plant  in  blooming  Verdure  gay, 
Refrejh'd  with  Rain,  beneath  the  folar  Ray, 

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Kindly  unfolds  to  Jhade  its  natal  Earth, 

In  grateful  Tribute  for  its  genial  Birth  ; 

77//,  from  the  North,  fome  chilling  Blajl  defends—* 

Infant,  the  Plant,  beneath  its  Fury,  bends, 

Struggles  awhile,  and  then — drops  quite  away 

To  fell  Deflruttion  a  fair  blooming  Prey. 

The  Parent  Soil,  left  deflate  and  bare, 

Shrinks  with  each  Ruffle  ofthy  inclement  Air. 

Thus  fell,  ye  mournful  Pair,  your  Ages'  Prop; 
Tetjlill  Religion  gives  this  cheering  Hope, 
That,  wj?en  fome  Tears  have  rolled  their  Cares  away, 
Tour  Souls,  tranfported  to  the  Realms  of  Day, 
Shall  join  your  Strephon,  who  kept  full  in  Sight 
Thofe  f acred  Manfons  of  eternal  Light. 

A  manly,  modefl  Piety  inform  d 
His  fearching  Spirit,  and  his  Bofom  warmed: 
Blejl  with  a  Judgment,  fleady,  flrong  and  clear, 
That  jhumid  alike  the  Giddy  and  Severe, 
He  fcornd  to  drag  fern  Super  ftitionV  Chain, 
Or  mingle  with  thy  enthufiaftic  Train  ! 
JEHOVAH's  Jujlice  filtd  his  Soul  with  Awe, 
Tet  from  E  MANUE  Us  Love  he  learnt  to  draw 

That  heav'nly  Peace,  which  taught  his  Soul  to  fing • 

His  dying  Soul 0  Death,  zvhere  is  thy  Sting? 

O  Grave,  the  Viclor  !  where  is  novo  thy  Boafl  ? 

Come,  JESUS,  come* i»  Thee  their  Pangs  are  loft  f 


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DAPHNIS  and  MENALCAS, 


PASTORAL 


E     C     L     O     G     U     E. 


WRITTEN      1758. 


SHALL  fam'd  Arcadia  own  the  tuneful  choir, 
And  fair  Sicilia  boaft  the  matchlefs  lyre  ? 
Shall  Gallia's  groves  refound  with  heav'nly  lays, 
And  Albion's  poets  claim  immortal  bays  ? 
And  this  new  world  ne'er  feel  the  mufe's  fire; 
No  beauties  charm  us,  or  no  deeds  infpire  ? 
O  Pennfylvania  !  mall  no  fon  of  thine 
Glow  with  the  raptures  <§f  the  facred  nine  ? 

B    '  Ne'er 


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Ne'er  rouze  the  foul,  by  ftrokes  of  magic  kind, 
Juft  war  to  wage,  or  humanize  mankind  ; 
With  fweeteft  founds  the  virgin's  foul  control, 
Or  in  Elyfium  wrap  the  lover's  foul  ? 

Fir'd  with  the  thought,  I  court  the  Sylvan  mufe 
Her  magic  influence  o'er  me  to  diffufe  •, 
Whilft  I  afpire  to  wake  the  rural  reed, 
And  fing  of  fwains,  whofe  fnowy  lambkins  feed 
On  Schuylkill's  banks, with  fhady  walnuts  crown'd, 
And  bid  the  vales  with  mufic  melt  around. 

Soon  as  the  rays  that  gild  the  orient  dawn, 
Ting'd  the  blue  hills,  and  pearPd  each  dewy  lawn, 
Two  fwains  arofe  and  fpread  their  bleating  train 
O'er  the  frefh  verdure  of  a  flow'ry  plain  ; 
Then  fought  a  hill  where  purple  violets  bloom'd, 
And  fragrant  fcents  the  downy  air  perfum'd-, 
Clofe  by  whofe  fide  there  ftray'd  a  murm'ring  brook, 
Where  foft  reclin'd,  each  fix'd  his  oaken  crook  •, ' 
When  gay  Menalcas  the  long  filence  broke, 
And  penfive  Daphnis,  thus  returning  fpoke. 

Menalcas, 

See  Nature's  fweets  profufely  round  difplay'd, 
flow'rs  paint  the  lawn,  and  green  bedecks  the  fhade^ 
The  feather'd  choir  in  carols  hail  the  day, 
And  new-blown  hawthorns  feel  yon  heav'nly  ray  * 

Pomona 


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Pomona  fpreads  her  dulcet  charms  around, 
And  buxom  Pan  o'erleaps  the  pregnant  ground. 
All  but  my  Daphnis  hail  the  rifing  morn  -9 
Each  face  but  his  congenial  fmiles  adorn. 
When  kindly  nature  thus  invites  to  joy, 
What  irkfome  cares  can  Daphnis'  reft  deftroy  ? 
Have  thy  young  lambs  by  wolves  devouring  bled, 
Or  fome  kind  brother  mingled  with  the  dead  ? 
O  fay  what  grief  involves  the  troubled  fwain, 
That  thus  he  flights  the  fhepherd  and  his  ftrain  ? 

Daphnis. 

Nature,  'tis  true,  exults  in  vernal  bloom, 
Each  grove  is  mufic,  and  each  field  perfume ; 
The  fruitful  trees  their  bloffom'd  foliage  rear, 
And  jocund  fhepherds  hail  the  golden  year  ; 
The  groves,  the  vales,  the  hills  and  ev'ry  lawn, 
With  fprightly  echoes  wake  the  blufhing  dawn- 
But  lawns,  and  hills,  and  vales  and  groves  around, 
Are  nought  to  Daphnis  but  an  empty  found  -y 
The  linnet's  fongs  no  more  entice  my  ear, 
Nor  charm  the  beauties  of  the  fmiling  year  ; 
The  day's  refulgence  now  delights  no  more, 
Nor  night's  cool  fhade  expanded  to  each  fhore  ! 

But  flnce  my  friend  can  fympathize  with  pain, 
Know  then  why  this  indifference  to  thy  ftrain. 

B-2  On 


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On  my  young  lambs  no  prowling  wolves  have  fed, 
No  brother-fwain  is  number'd  with  the  dead  -9 
But  cruel  Delia  has  unfaithful  prov'd, 
And  flights  the  fwain  that  oft  me  fwore  fhe  lov'd. 
Say  then,  Menalcas  !  has  not  Daphnis  caufe 
To  break  all  Nature's  and  all  Reafon's  laws ; 
To  plunge  me  headlong  from  yon  mountain's  brow, 
And  end  my  forrows  in  the  waves  below. 

Menalcas. 

Can  lovely  Delia  e'er  unfaithful  prove, 
Or  flight  the' fwain  to  whom  flie  vow'd  her  love  ? 
The  rabid  wolves  may  browfe  with  harmlefs  fheep, 
And  forefl  doves  with  tow'ring  eagles  keep  ; 
The  crabbed  thorn  with  cluttering  grapes  may  bend, 
And  humble  willows  to  proud  oaks  afcend  •, 
The  vales  out-top  the  lofty  mountain's  brow — 
But  charming  Delia  cannot  break  her  vow ! 

Daphnis. 
Ceafe  fhepherd,  ceafe  !  for  now  no  Delia  charms, 
Nor  more  fhall  Daphnis  wanton  in  her  arms ; 
The  fpreading  boughs  no  more  fhall  guard  our  love, 
Nor  Delia's  name  be  figur'd  in  each  grove  ! 
For  me,  my  fheep  run  bleating  o'er  the  plain, 
While  I  to  woods  and  flinty  rocks  complain  I 

Milder 


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Milder  than  Delia  flinty  rocks  are  grown, 
For  in  fad  echoes  they  return  my  moan  •, 
But  haughty  Delia  fcorns  my  ardent  flame, 
And  bids  her  fliepherd  woo  fome  humbler  dame ! 

Menalcas. 

The  fportful  trouts  may  leave  their  wat'ry  plains, 
To  dwell  in  woods,  and  tune  fpontaneous  drains  •, 
The  warbling  linnets  may  in  rivers  glide, 
And  dam  the  billows  with  the  dolphin's  pride ; 
Yon  diftant  fleers,  that  drag  the  heavy  plough, 
May,  like  the  fquirrel,  fpring  from  bough  to  bough — 
But  heav'nly  Delia  cannot  faithlefs  prove, 
Nor  barter  for  vile  gain  her  promis'd  love ! 

D    A    P    H    N    I    S. 

The  breeze  that  fhakes  the  fpangPd  dew-drops 
round, 
The  fwelling  floods  that  burft  the  meadow's  bound, 
Are  not  more  wav'ringthan  the  female  mind  ! 
Wild  as  the  waves,  unliable  as  the  wind ! 

Menalcas. 

With  gentler  manners  treat  the  beauteous  race, 
Nor  fay,  if  one's  unfaithful,  all  are  bafe  ! 
Let  thy  fweet  pipe  beguile  this  ill-tim'd  woe, 
While  from  my  reed  fpontaneous  notes  (hall  flow. 

Behold 


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Behold  our  flocks  are  featuring  o'er  the  plain, 
Proceed  wc  then  to  chaunt  the  Sylvan  {train. 

D  A   P   H  n   i  s. 

Come,  then,  Menalcas !  tuneful  fhepherd  rife, 
Thy  fong  mall  praife  the  Sovereign  of  the  fkies ; 
"Whilft  I  will  join  in  that  exalted  theme, 
Nor  more  repeat  the  faithlefs  fair-one's  name  ! 


jilt  iff    -jt.  ~tf}  ^fc. 

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ODE 


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ODE   to   a  FRIEND.    1758. 

I. 

T  T  J  H  Y  fo  tim'rous,  gentle  friend  ? 

V  V         Pri'thee,  banifh  care  and  dread; 
Of  harmlefs  pleafure,  know  no  end, 
Till  thou'rt  number'd  with  the  dead. 

II. 

What  can  keep  thee  from  the  grave, 

If  it  pleafe  th'  Almighty  pow'r  ? 
What  deftroy  thee  if  he'll  fave, 

Or  rob  thee  of  the  paffing  hour  ? 

III. 

What  mould  move  the  pow'r  divine, 

Thee,  good  mortal,"  to  deftroy  ? 
Then,  with  me,  right-pleafing  join, 

To  gild  the  wingsd  time  with  joy. 

IV. 

But  not  in  pleafure's  Syren-charms, 

I  mean  to  lofe  the  heart : 
I  know  that  mirth  has  fad  alarms 

Where  wifdom  has  no  part. 

V.  But 


C     8'  f 

V. 

But  let  paffion's  eafy  gale, 
Thy  bark  with  rapture  fweep, 

While  powerful  reafon  mall  prevail 
And  guide  her  o'er  the  deep, 

VI. 

Then  chearful  flow  thy  tranfient  breath, 
With  courage  arm  thy  heart  -> 

Immortal  life  begins  in  death, 
And  fmiles  at  his  grim  dart. 


EPISTOLARY 


C     9     3 

EPISTOLARY      ODE 

To     a     FRIEND. 

I. 

LI  K  E  as  Lybia's  burning  fand, 
Or  the  parch'd  Arabian  plain, 
Which  gentle  Eurus  never  fann'd, 

Wou'd  drink  th'  unfathomable  main — - 
So  is  the  wretch  who  endlefs  craves, 

And  reftlefs  pines  in  ev'ry  (late — 
O  place  him  with  the  word  of  flaves, 

Whether  in  high  or  low  eftate.    . 
Heap  him  around  with  mafiy  wealth, 

High-throne  him  on  the  feat  of  powVj 
Each  gen'rous  joy  he'll  ufe  by  Health, 

While  want  fhall  prey  on  ev'r;  hour, 
Let  glitt'ring  pomp  allure  his  foul, 

Or  nobler  fame  his  mind  dilate  ; 
Thro'  complicated  plagues  he'll  roll, 

And  dire  vexations  (till  create. 
The  firft-born  mortal  upon  earth, 

When  round  him  foiling  Nature  play'd, 
With  difcontent  was  void  of  mirth, 

Tho'  he  o'er  cv'ry  creature  fway'd, 

C  II.  He 


C     to     ] 

II. 

He  who  contented  fpends  his  days — 
Calm  as  the  clear  unruffled  ftream, 

His  life  in  gentle  current  ftrays, 
Mild  as  the  maiden's  filver  dream. 
Be  he  born  to  till  the  field, 
Or  in  war  the  fword  to  wield  ; 
if  he  o'er  the  midnight  oil, 
Waftes  his  life  in  learned  toil, 
Studious  to  inftruct  mankind 
Where  true  happinefs  to  find ; 
Or  if  o'er  the  lawlefs  main, 
He  roams  in  fearch  of  fordid  gain  ; 
Or  forts  with  nobles  in  proud  eafe, 
Or  humble  fvvains  in  cottages ; 
Be  he  with  content  but  bled— 
He's  the  happy  man  confeft  ! 

III. 

Liften,  dear  Strephon  to  my  fong — 

O  herd  not  with  ambitious  flaves, 
Nor  join  thou  with  the  vulgar  throng — 

Their  joys  unliable  as  the  waves. 
Strephon,  thrice  bled  with  fruitful  plains, 

The  lover  of  a  fapient  theme ; 
Strephon,  whofe  fweetly-foothing  drains 

Flow  gently  as. thy  native  ftream — 


O  leave 


E  »  ] 

0  leave  the  ruthlefs  fcenes  of  war, 
Unfit  art  thou  for  rude  alarms, 

Befide  thy  gentle  *  Delaware, 

Come,  Strephon,  feek  more  pleafing  charms. 
Here,  while  o'er  the  fertile  vallies 

Thou  malt  tuneful  ftray  along, 

1  will  make  repeated  fallies, 

To  catch  the  tranfport  of  thy  fong  •, 
Then  mutual  joy  fhall  fwell  our  foul, 

Attendant  to  bright  wifdom's  ftrain, 
While  we  mall  quaff  the  friendly  bowl 

Far  from  the  noify  and  the  vain. 

*  That  great  river  on  which  Philadelphia  ftands. 


C2  PANEGYRIC 


[       12       ] 

PANEGYRIC     ODE 

TO        THE 

MEMORY  of  GENERAL  WOLFE, 

SLAIN      at     the     SIEGE    of    QJJ  EBEC. 


*\^7"  H  A  T  theme  propitious  to  the  lay ; 

What  gallant  hero  fhall  we  choofe, 
Whofe  name  the  founding  chord  fhall  fway, 

And  fire  the  glowing  mufe  ? 
What  chief  in  Britain's  martial  train, 

Has  fame  with  palm  victorious  crown'd, 
Whofe  deeds  upon  thj£  embattled  plain, 

Her  golden  trump  fhall  ceafelefs  found  ? 
'Tis  Wolfe — Beneath  the  fpacious  fky, 

A  hero  of  fublimer  name, 
The  fearchful  mufe  fhall  ne'er  defcry 

To  confecrate  with  deathlefs  fame. 

II. 

Where  great  St.  Lawrence  rolls  its  awful  flood, 
He,  daring,  led  Britannia's  warrior-band, 

Scal'd  its  proud  banks,  and  pierc'd  the  defart  wood, 
That  veils  the  horrors  of  the  hoftile  land. 

Soon 


C    *3    1 

Soon  Canada  confefs'd  his  warlike  might, 
If  on  the  plain  confpicuous  he  appear'd, 

Or  'gainft  Quebec's  afpiring  tow'ry  height, 
His  thund'ring  arm  all -dreadfully  he  rear'd. 

III. 

Now  lights  his  vengeance  on  the  daftard  foe — 

So  once  Pelides,  on  the  Trojan  field, 
(Whilft  death  flood  glaring  on  his  crimfon'd  fhield) 

Fill'd  ev'ry  trembling  Dardan  heart  with  woe. 
Thick  as  loud  whirlwinds  ftrcw  the  fading  leaves, 

Along  th£  autumnal  plain, 
Array'd  in  arms,  he  felPd  the  Gallic  chiefs ; 

A  welt'ring  breathlefs  train. 

IV. 

What  fhall  Britannia's  wrath  appeafe, 

Or  what  reftrain  her  flaming  ire, 
When  foes  difturb  her  facred  peace, 

And  with  jufl  rage  her  champions  fire  ? 
What  glorious  deeds  around  thee  beam'd, 

O  Wolfe  !  on  Abram's*  purpled  plain, 
When  the  warm  fanguin'd  current  flream'd 

Of  all  the  flow'r  of  Gallia  flain  ?' 

*  The  plains  near  Quebec,  where  Wolfe  engaged  and  routed 
the  French,  are  called  Abraham's  Plains. 

Nought 


[     14    ] 

Nought  but  the  trumpet's  martial  found, 

The  clang  of  polifh'd  arms, 
The  thund'ring  (teed  that  beats  the  ground, 

Could  fill  thy  foulwith  charms ! 


The  deftin'd  hour  at  length  appears, 

Celeftial  victory  emits  her  ray, 
And  rids  Britannia  of  her  fears, 
And  echoes  round  propitious  day  : 
The  hills  around 
With  joy  refound, 
And  fpread  the  golden  tidings  far  ; 
The  trident-bearing  god 
Mounting  from  his  deep  abode, 
To  Albion  tells  the  aufpicious  war  •, 
Tells  how,  with  ancient  valour  fraught, 

Her  fons  refum'd  paternal  might ; 
How  the  intrepid  Townjhend  fought, 
And  mighty  Wolfe  put  hods  to  flight ! 

VI. 

But  while  fuperior  to  all  fear, 

With  his  bold  ranks  the  hero  drove, 

O'er  heaps  of  (lain,  in  full  career — 
A  fhaft,  commifTion'd  from  above, 


Full 


[     15    1 

Full  to  his  bread  with  fatal  fpced, 

Took  its  unerring  way, 
Down  fell  great  Wolfe  amidft  the  dead, 

And  purpled  where  he  lay — 
"  How  goes  the  fight  ?"  he  cries, 

(For  round  his  head 

Grim  death  was  fpread 
And  dim'd  his  rolling  eyes.) 
A  gen'rous  friend  reply'd, 

"  The  foes  are  fled  I* 

"  Enough  !"  he  faid, 
And  without  groaning  dy'd. 

VII. 

Such  are  the  chiefs  that  merit  fair  renown,' 

And  follow  bold  where  glory  leads  the  way ! 
Such  are  the  chiefs  that  grace  a  monarch's  crown, 

And  from  the  mufe  demand  th'  immortal  lay  ! 
Chiefs  that  from  Albion's  billow-beaten  more, 

Can  rifque  the  perils  of  th'  Atlantic  flood, 
And  dauntlefs  ride  thro'  fields  bedew'd  with  gore, 

To  bathe  their  youthful  arms  in  Gallic  blood ! 
Proud  in  the  caufe  of  honour  to  expire, 

To  ftem  the  onfet  of  the  hoftiie  band  -, 
And  dare  the  deep-mouth'd  cannon's  thund'rous  fire, 
To  crown  with  joy  Britannia's  happy  land. 

Tho* 


7    J 
[     16    3 

Tho'  JVoJfe  mall  fliine  in  flaming  arms  no  more, 
Now  thron'd  in  blifs  above  the  cloudlefs  fkies  ; 

Ceafe,  O  ye  fons  of  Britain,  to  deplore, 

Whilft  Brunfajick  reigns,  yet  other  Wolfes  mail 
rife! 


ELEGY 

TO       THE 

Memory  of  Theophilus  Grew, 
A.  M.  Profeflbr  of  Mathematics 
in  the  College  of  Philadelphia. 

TI7HY  will  foft  forrow  thus  o'erwhelm  my  foul, 
*  *     And  heart-felt  anguifh  ev'ry  thought  control  ? 
To  fcenes  of  woe  why  will  the  mufe  retire, 
And  cull  fad  founding  accents  for  the  lyre  ? 
What  fnade  neglected  afks  the  gentle  tear, 
To  bathe  in  grief  the  long  forgotten  bier  ? 

3Tis  Grew  defcends  unheeded  to  the  grave, 
With  no  libation  of  Caftalia's  wave. 

What 


[     >7     1 

• 

What  tho'  the  theme  tranfcends  my  artlefs  lays, 
The  jmufe  (hall  fwell  her  numbers  in  thy  praife  : 
The  murm'ring.  dreams  fhall  echo  to  the  found, 
And  groves  refponfive  fprcad  the  ftrains  around  •, 
Slow  winds  fliall  bear  the  heavy  notes  along, 
And  diftant  hills  return  the  mournful  fong. 

T'  enlarge  the  foul,  and  clear  the  dubious  mind, 
T'  unfold  celeftial  wonders  to  mankind, 
To  (lamp  bright  knowledge  on  thy  youthful  care, 
With  fweet  perfuafion  and  endearing  air, 
With  gentle  manners  to  entice  the  heart, 
Was  once  thy  happy  and  peculiar  art. 
But  fnatch'd,  alas  !  to  yon  immortal  plains, 
Where  glorious  angels  hymn  feraphic  drains ; 
High  where  yon  beamy  crbs,  refplendent,  glow, 
He  drops  a  tear  for  this  fad  world  below. 
But  Grew,  thy  planets  downward  fhall  be  hurl'd, 
And  wild  confufion  fink  a  guilty  world  -, 
E'en  time's  white  fore-lock  fhall  in  chains  be  bound, 
•  Earth  melr  to  drofs,  and  Cynthia  ceafe  her  round. 
Then  fhall  oblivion  blaft  the  hero's  fame, 
The  pomp  of  monarchs,  and  the  poet's  flame  •, 
Then  thy  good  name  with  matter's  fclffliall  blend, 
Forgot  the  father,  hufband,  and  the  friend. 


D  Qn 


icfc 


[     i8     ] 

Quick  as  the  muttle  fly  all  human  things, 
Time  wafts  us  rapid  on  his  fleeting  wings ; 
Soon  mall  the  fwain  that  tunes  this  plaintive  lyre* 
Kifs  the  cold  earth,  and  all  his  flame  expire  ; 
Then  may  fome  mufe,  by  tender  pity  mov'd, 
Moan  in  foft  elegy  the  youth  fhe  lov'd. 
Yet  blooming  virtue  mail  triumphant  rife, 
Spurn  the  dull  earth,  and  gain  her  native  ikies  j 
Then  (hall  the juft  with  holy  raptures  fir'd, 
With  charms  tranfported,  and  with  God  infpir'd, 
Strike  their  gold  harps,  and  wake  the  lofty  chord, 
In  joyful  chorus  round  th'  eternal  Lord  ! 

Oh  !  may  mv  foul  by  thy  example  warm'd, 
With  Virtue's  rules,  and  Virtue's  fons  be  charm'd 
Regard  them  tho'  they  mine  in  humble  ftate, 
Far  from  the  glitter  of  the  wealthy  great. 
Bleft  man,  in  counfel  as  in  fenfe  profound, 
True  to  thy  trufl,  and  ever  blamelefs  found ; 
Stranger  to  flrife,  a  noble  mind  confeft, 
No  raging  difcord  harbour'd  in  thy  bread  •, 
Peaceful  thou  walk'd  this  wild  of  "  weeds  and  flow'rs, 
Where  envy  hides,  and  blind  fortune  fhow'rs  •, 
Where  fyftems  endlefs  frantic  zeal  infpire, 
Warm  youth  they  madden,  and  cold  age  they  fire. 
Led  by  no  mode,  thou  followed  Nature's  laws, 
And  ^rufted  in  the  one  unerring  caufe  ! 


Thus 


[     *9     ] 

Thus  pafTd  thy  footfteps  thro'  this  mazy  round 
Whilft  thy  wing'd  genius  foar'd  to  worlds  around  -9 
Till  grifly  death  with  darknefs  clos'd  thy  eyes, 
And  angels  fnatch'd  thy  fpirit  to  the  fides  ! 
But  God  is  wife — then,  to  his  righteous  fway, 
Submit,  my  mufe,  and  ceafe  thy  plaintive  lay. 


R       I       D       D       L       E. 

WRITTEN'      1759. 

BArricado'd  with  white  bone, 
Lab'ring  under  many  a  groan, 
Curtain'd  in  my  room  with  red, 
And  fmoothly  laid  in  crimfon  bed  \ 
'Tis  I  dnTolve  the  flony  heart, 
And  comfort's  balmy  joys  impart ; 
'Tis  I  can  rule  the  wav'ring  croud, 
Or  tame  the  haughty  and  the  proud  -, 
'Tis  I  o'er  beauty  oft  prevail, 
That  queen  of  life's  capricious  vale  ; 
'Tis  I  can  fire  the  warrior's  foul, 
Or  pafiion's  giddy  voice  control  ; 

D  2  Senates 


[       20      ] 

Senates  have  felt  my  lordly  fway, 

And  kings  my  magic  pow'r  obey; 

91  is  I,  fo  garruloufly  gay, 

That  rouze  the  dames  whofe  heads  are  grey  ; 

Gilded  o'er  with  truth  and  lies, 

Under  many  a  mixt  difguife, 

I  drefs  to  cheat  unpractif'd  youth, 

With  falfnood's  garb  for  honefc  truth; 

Xantippe  bold,  in  dead  of  night, 

Taught  Socrates  to  own  my  might! 

Strange  enchantrefs,  motely  creature, 
Cddefc  prodigy  of  nature  ! 
As  raging  billows,  now  I'm  wild, 
And  now  as  warbling  fountains  mild; 
Now  religion's  laws  proclaiming, 
And  now  the  good  and juft  defaming-, 
Now  cementing  patriotifm, 
And  now  in  church  provoking  fchifm. 

Enough,  O  mufe  ! — kind  reafon  cries, 
The  man  who  has  this,  monfter  dies ! 
Expound  my  riddle,  if  you're  able, 
For  'twas  this  confounded  Babel  ! 


ODE 


t  >'  ] 

O  D  E 


ON      THE 


PROSPECT  of   PEACE.   1761 


WHEN  elemental  conflicts  rage, 
And  heav'n  is  wrap'd  in  tempefts  dire, 
When  ftorms  with  ftorms  dread  combat  wage, 
And  thunders  roll  astherial  fire  ; — 
Returning  zephyrs  od'rous  race, 
And  radiant  Sol's  all-chearing  face, 
The  trembling  mortals  moil  defire. 

When  Eurus  charg'd  with  livid  clouds, 

Scours  o'er  old  ocean's  wild  domain, 
And  Boreas  rends  the  vefiePs  mroudsv 

And  o'er  her  fwells  the  raging  main  j 
If  lighter  breezes  mould  fucceed, 

And  Iris  fweet,  of  varied  hue, 
Lift  o'er  the  main  her  beamy  head, 

What  raptures  fill  the  marine  crew  ! 

Thus, 


[      22      ] 

Thus,  when  Bellona  (ruthlefs  maid  [) 
Her  empire  thro'  the  world  has  fpread, 

And  death  his  flag  has  proud-difplay'd 
O'er  legions  that  in  battle  bled  ; — 

If  Peace,  bedeck'd  with  olive  robe, 

(Refplendent  nymph,  fweet  gueft  of  heav'nj 

Transfufe  her  balm  around  the  globe, 
A  theme  of  joy  to  man  is  giv'n. 

Then  wake,  O  mufe  !  thy  fweeteft  lays- 
Returning  peace  demands  thy  praife  ; 

And  while  the  notes  in  varied  cadence  found, 

Eye  thou  the  Theban  *Stvan  that  foars  o'er  heav'nly 
ground. 

In. 

If  thou  from  Albion's  fea-girt  fhore, 

Advent'rous  mufe  wilt  deign  to  rove, 
Inclin'd  remoteft  realms  t'explore 

And  foothe  the  favage  foul  to  love  ; 
Hither  wave  thy  wand'ring  pinion, 
Here  be  fix'd  thy  lad  dominion, 

Warbling  in  f  :as  grove. 

Bright-ey'd  Euphroiyne !    attend, 

If  genial  Peace  can  aught  avail, 
With  all  thy  graceful  charms  defcend, 

And  o'er  the  youthful  lyre  prevail. 

*  Pindar.  f  For  Pennfjkama. 

Bounteous 


[       23       ] 

Bounteous  Peace  with  lavifh  hand, 

To  ev'ry  fhore  thy  bleflings  ftrew, 
O  veil  the  blood-polluted  land, 

And  all  thy  grateful  joys  renew. 
Thy  blifsful  pregnant  reign  reftore, 

And  calm  the  breafts  of  angry  Kings ; 
Thy  horn  of  Amalthean  (lore 

Ope,  and  expand  thy  golden  wings-, 
Till  trade  fecure  her  treafure  beams, 

And  fcience  re-aflumes  her  fhades  -, 
Till  fhepherds  quaff  untainted  flreams, 

And  hinds  enjoy  their  native  glades > 

Till  the  glad  mufes  ftrike  the  lyre, 

And  virtuous  focial  deeds  infpire  •, 
Till  the  loud  drum  no  more  mail  bid  to  arms  prepare. 
Nor  brazen  trumpets  breatlvhorrid  din  of  war. 

Iiii. 

Aufpicious  pow'r,   whofe  falutary  ray 

Form'd  this  new  world,  and  rear'd  her  infant  fame, 
Extend  anew  thy  mitigating  fway, 

And  quell  the  hero's  battle-breathing  flame. 
Ye  fragrant  myrtles,  ope  your  peaceful  bow'rs, 

And  charm  the  warrior  with  your  pleafing  fccnes, 
Shield  him  with  woodbine's  aromatic  flow'rs, 

And  for  his  fopha  fpread  your  velvet  greens. 

For 


[       24      ] 

For  him  the  flute  mellifluous  mall  blow 
In  Lydian  mufic,  founding  foft  and  low, 
And  blooming  beauty  with  attractive  art, 
Shall  fweetly  melt  the  tumults  of  his  heart  -, 
The  nectar' d  bowl  with  rofy  garlands  twin'd, 
Shall  waft  his  forrows  to  the  vagrant  wind, 
While  the  victorious  laurel  of  renown, 
In  verdant  wreaths  his  manly  brows  mail  crown. 

Ilr. 

Tco  long  has  war's  terrific  train, 

(The  barbed  fpear  and  reeking  blade) 
Made  nations  rue  their  chieftains  (lain, 

And  fang-uin'd  cverv  mufe's  made. 
From  diftant  Volga's  rapid  floods, 
To  Canada's  high-tow'ring  woods, 

Has  the  deadly  cannon  bray'd. 
From  where  th'  effulgent  god  of  day 

Impearls  Arabia's  fpicy  fields, 
To  where  his  fetting  luftres  play — 

The  world  to  Britifh  valor  yields. 
How  has  bold  Clive,  with  martial  toil, 

O'er  India  born  his  conqu'ring  lance, 
For  Brunfwick  gain'd  the  diftant  foil, 

And  dafh'd  th'  afpiring  hopes  of  France  ? 
Let  Gcree,  rich  with  flaming  ore, 

Heroic  Kepfel's  acts  proclaim, 

And 


*'[    *5     ] 

And  Senegal's  *  Eburnean  fhore 

Refound  to  future  times  his  name. 
O'er  red  Germania's  hoftile  wafte, 

Britannia's  chiefs  have  ^conquering  Ihone. 
Brave  Elliot's  warlike  fat^s  have  grac'd 

His  Monarch's  high  illuftrious  throne  \ 
And  Granby's  deeds  the  mufes  claim 
To  fwell  th'  immortal  trump  of  fame. 
But  victory  enough  has  wav'd  her  glitt'ring  wand, 
With  Britifh  honors  grac'd,   o'er   ev'ry  proftrate 
land ! 

IIn. 

Witnefs  ye  plains  bedew'd  with  gore, 

So  late  ambitious  Gallia's  boaft, 
Where  howling  o'er  the  defert  more, 

Was  feen  the  genius  of  the  coaft. 
Thus,  leaning  on  her  fhatter'd  fpear, 
She  wildly  wail'd  in  deep  defpair, 

Her  fall'n  tow'rs  and  vanquifh'd  hod— 

"  As  Niobe  (when  Juno's  hate 
Purfu'd  to  death  her  tender  care) 

I  moan  my  offspring's  haplefs  fate, 
And  vex  with  fighs  the  paffing  air. 
Not  with  lefs  grief  my  bofom  heaves, 

Than  did  the  bread  of  Hector's  fire, 

*  Ivory. 

E  Wrhen 


[     26     ] 

When  (lain  were  all  his  Dardan  chiefs, 

And  Ilium  blaz'd  with  Grecian  fire. 
For  lo  !  where  heap'd  with  (laughter'd  Gauls, 

Is  Louijburgh  a  ruin'd  pile  ! 
Her  bulwarks  and  ftupendous  walls 

Are  whelm'd  in  dud  and  ames  vile. 
Imperial  Lawrence  heaves  with  woe, 

Of  many  a  Gallic  chief  the  grave, 
And  as  his  purple  billows  flow, 

To  hoary  Neptune's  coral  cave, 
Tells  how  my  vaunting  troops,  o'erthrown, 
Britannia's  matchlefs  prowefs  own  ; 
Tells  how  Quebec,  fo  late  for  martial  might  re- 

nown'd, 
Her  rocky  ramparts  crufh'd,   lies  fmoaking  on  the 
ground. 

IIiii. 

What  force  can  Albion's  warlike  fons  difmay, 

Dauntlefs  who  mingle  in  th'  embattled  plain  ? 
What  toils  difhearten,  or  what  dangers  (lay  ? 

Not  rocks,  nor  deferts,  nor  the  boifterous  main  ! 
How  torn  my  laurels,  by  her  Wolffs  dread  arm  ! 

O'er  mountains  huge,  who  chas'd  my  armed  band, 
Rouz'd  the  fierce  favage,  with  dire  war's  alarm, 

And  hurl'd  his  thunder  o'er  my  carnag'd  land  ! 

No  more  gay  trophies  (hall  emblaze  my  name, 

Nor  Gallia's  realms  re-echo  with  my  fame. 

Loft 


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Loft  arc  thofe  honours  which  my  heroes  gain'd, 
With  blood  my  temples  and  my  domes  are  ftain'd  . 
But  men  diredted  by  a  heav'nly  hand, 
'Tis  vain,  'tis  mad,  'tis  impious  to  withftand" — 
She  fpoke,  and  mounting  from  a  lofty  height, 
Weftward  fhe  wing'd  her  folitary  flight. 

iiii. 

Thus  has  Britannia's  glory  beam'd 

Where'er  bright  Phasbus,  from  his  car, 
To  earth  his  chearful  rays  hath  ftream'd, 

Adown  the  chryftal  vault  of  air. 
Enough  o'er  Britain's  mining  arms, 
Hath  victory  difplay'd  her  charms, 

Amid  the  horrid  pomp  of  war — 
Defcend  then,  Peace,  angelic  maid, 

And  fmooth  Bellona's  haggard  brow  ; 
Hafte  to  diffufe  thy  healing  aid, 

Where'er  implor'd.by  fcenes  of  woe. 
Henceforth,  whoe'er  difturbs  thy  reign, 

Or  ftains  the  world  with  human  gore, 
Be  they  from  earth  (a  gloomy  train  !) 

Banifh'd  to  hell's  profoundeft  fhore; 
Where  vengeance,  on  Avernus'  lake, 

Rages  with  furious  Ate  bound  ; 
And  black  rebellion's  fetters  make, 

And  difcord's  hideous  murmurs  found; 

E  2  Where 


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Where  envy's  noxious  fnakes  entwine 
Her  temples  round,  in  Gorgon-mood, 

And  bellowing  faction  rolls  fupine 
Along  the  flame  be-curled  flood  ! — 

Hence,  then,  to  that  accurfed  place, 

Difturbers  of  the  human  race  ! 

And  with  you  bear  ambition  wild,  and  felflfh  pride, 

With  perfecution  foul,  and  terror  by  her  fide. 

IIIn. 

Thus  driv'n  from  earth  war's  horrid  train— 

O  Peace,  thou  nymph  divine,  draw  near! 
Here  let  the  mufes  fix  their  reign, 

And  crown  with  fame  each  rolling  year, 
Source  of  joy  and  genuine  pleafure, 
Queen  of  quiet,  queen  of  leifure, 

Hafte  thy  votaries  to  chear  ! 
Cherifh'd  beneath  thy  hallow'd  rule, 

Shall  Pennfylvania's  glory  rife  ; 
Her  fons,  bred  up  in  Virtue's  fchool, 

Shall  lift  her  honors  to  the  fkies — 
A  ftate  thrice  bleft  with  lenient  fway, 

Where  liberty  exalts  the  mind ; 
Where  plenty  bafks  the  live  long  day, 

And  pours  her  treafures  unconfin'd. 
Hither,  ye  beauteous  virgins  tend, 

With  Arts  and  Science  by  your  fide, 

Whofe 


[    *9     ] 

Whofe  fkill  th'  untutor'd  morals  mend, 

And  to  fair  honor  mankind  guide; 
And  with  you  bring  the  graces  three, 
To  fill  the  foul  with  glory's  blaze  -9 
Whofe  charms  give  charms  to  pcejy, 

And  confecrate  th'  immortal  lays" 

Such  as  when  mighty  Pindar  fung, 
Thro'  the  Alphean  valli.es  rung  •, 
Or  fuch  as,  Meles,  by  thy  lucid  fountains  flow'd, 
When  bold  Mseonides    with    heav'nly   tranfports 
glow'd. 

IIIiii. 

To  fuch,  may  Delaware,  majeftic  flood, 

Lend,  from  his  flow'ry  banks,  a  ravifh'd  ear-, 
Such  notes  as  may  delight  the  wife  and  good, 

Or  faints  celeftial  may  endure  to  hear  ! 
For  if  the  mufe  can  aught  of  time  defcry, 

Such  notes  (hall  found  thy  cryftal  waves  along, 
Thy  cities  fair  with  glorious  Athens  vie, 

Nor  pure  Iliiius  boaft  a  nobler  fong. 
On  thy  fair  banks,  a  Fane  to  Virtue's  name 

Shall  rife — and  Juftice  light  her  holy  flame. 

All  hail  then,  Pe  aqe  !  reftore  the  golden  days, 
And  round  the  ball  diffufe  Britannia9*  praife  -, 
Stretch  her  wide  empire  to  the  world's  laft  end, 
Till  Kings  remoteft  to  her  fceptre  bend  ! 

A   RURAL 


[     3°    ] 

A     RURAL       ODE, 

Written  by  the  Author  at  the  Age  of  Sixteen. 

I. 

YE  Dryads  fair,  whofe  temples  round, 
Wave  wreaths  of  odoriferous  flow'rs ; 
Lead  me  your  Sylvan  fcenes  amidft, 
WThere  bloom  your  rofy- fringed  bow'rs. 

II. 

Nymph  of  the  wavef ,  fweet  Naiad  hear* 
While  thy  clear  waters  banks  along, 

With  carelefs  fteps,  I  pleafing  ftray, 
And  warble  forth  my  youthful  fong. 

III. 

NowT  the  gay  rays  of  orient  light, 

Bedeck  the  faff ron- man  tied  morn, 
And  from  Fa-vomits'  balmy  wing, 

Drops  liquid  pearl  on  ev'ry  thorn. 

\  Scene,  the  banks  of  Schuylkill,  which  runs  by  the  weft  fide 
of  Philadelphia,  and  falls  into  the  Delaware  a  little  below  the 
city. 

IV.  The 


C    3*    ] 

IV. 

The  gilded  groves,  with  verdure  clad, 
Reflect  bright  Phasbus'  golden  beams, 

While  his  celeftial  glories  flame, 

Down  the  tranflucent  purling  ftreams. 

V. 

From  off  each  daify-painted  field, 

And  from  the  lilly-paved  vales, 
Zephyr  collects  a  rich  perfume, 

And  fcents  his  foft  cofmetic  gales ; 

VI. 

Whofe  honied  pinions  round  difpenfe, 
Hygeia's  heav'n-defcended  ftore, 

Chafing  each  noxious  breath  away, 
And  fweet'ning  every  fragrant  more. 

VII. 

Here  keeps  his  court  frefh-bluming  health. 
His  brows  with  blooming  garlands  bound  5 

Here  bathes  him  in  fair  Schuylkill's  wave, 
And  fports  its  hills  and  lawns  around  •, 


VIII.  Two 


[     3*     ] 

VIIL 

Two  virgins  mild  his  train  fupport, 
In  fnowy  fpotlefs  robes  array'd, 

One  guides  his  will  to  actions  pure, 
And  e'er  by  one  his  table's  fpread  5  . 

IX. 

Thefe  virgins  twain,  were  ever  nam'd, 
Sweet  Temperance,  with  eye  ferene ; 

And  Chastity,  whofe  heav'nly  birth, 
Was  pictur'd  in  her  modeft  mein. 

X. 

Still,  as  Aurora  onward  moves, 

His  fleecy  flocks  the  fhepherd-fwain 

Drives  from  their  folds,  in  jovial  glee, 
And  whitens  all  the  verdant  plain. 

XI. 

The  fawns,  with  nimble-footed  fpeed, 
(Fleet  as  the  winged  pafling  gale) 

Bound  o'er  the  mountains  flow'ry  fide, 
Or  fweep  the  low-defcending  vale. 


XII.  In 


C     33    ] 

XII. 

In  yonder  gay-en amell'd  mead, 

The  darling  plumes  his  golden  wings, 

Then  tow'ring  up  the  azure  height, 
He  mounts  fublime,  and  foaring  fings. 

XIII. 

The  yellow  finch,  and  linnet  blue, 
In  mattins  wild  falute  the  day, 

While  their  fweet  fongs,  by  echo  caught, 
In  double-founding  notes  decay. 

XIV. 

A  limpid  fountain  gurgling  flows, 
From  'midft  yon  ivy-twifted  cave  ; 

And  lo  !  the  lovely  Chloe  cools 
Her  limbs  in  its  tranflucent  wave ! 

XV. 

Deep  in  yon  old  fequeft'red  grove, 
Where  the  down-dafhing  torrents  roll, 

Afcends  on  fancy's  roving  wing, 
The  rapture-breathing  poet's  foul ! 


XVI.  Lo! 


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XVI. 

Lo !  foaming  o'er  the  rough  cafcade, 
The  lab'ring  billows  force  their  way, 

Then  mingling  with  the  fnow-white  flood, 
In  curling  eddies  onward  dray ; 

XVII. 

While  down  the  frnooth-meandVmg  ftream, 

The  mining  fifties,  fportive,  glide  ; 
The  perch  with  filver-glitt'ring  fcales, 

And  trout  with  gold-befprinkled  fide. 

XVIII. 

Theie  are  your  bleffings,  Sylvan  maids — 

The  funny  hills  and  ftiady  woods, 
Delightful  vallies,  pleafant  plains, 

Clear  ikies,  fweet  air,  and  cryftal  floods — 

XIX. 

For  hills  ye  have,  (tho'  loft  to  fame) 

That  fair  as  thymy  Hybla  fhow, 
And  fields  that  would  with  Tempe  vie, 

Streams  that  might  with  f  PaBohis  flow. 

t  A  river  in  Lydia,  faid  to  flow  en  golden  fands ;  mentioned 
by  Horace,  Juvenal,  &c. 

XX.  Here 


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XX. 

Here  could  I  ever,  ever  rove, 

And  quit  the  world's  contentious  fcenes — - 
What  joy,  with  innocence  and  truth, 

To  wrap  me  in  your  charming  greens  ? 

XXI. 

But  fate  and  fortune  adverfe  call, 

And  fnatch  me  to  the  bufy  throng ! 
Adieu  then,  rural  fweets,  adieu  ! 

And  ceafe,  thou  dear-deluding  fong ! 

ODE     to     a     FRIEND. 

Quern  tu  Melpomene^  femel 
Nafcentem  placido  famine  videris,  &c. 

Hor. 

I. 

THRICE  bleft  is  he,  whofe  placid  birth 
The  warbling  Mufes  hover'd  rounds 
Novice  to  all  the  ills-of  earth, 

While  wrapt  in  mufic's  Toothing  found, 

F  2  II.  If 


[     3^     ] 

II. 

If  ftern  Bellona's  thund'ring  ire, 

Hurls  the  proud  Monarch  from  his  throne, 
He  whom  the  facred  Nine  infpire 

Shall  make  each  fleeting  hour  his  own. 

III. 

Let  Gaul  with  Belgia's  arms  unite, 
And  haughty  Spain  refume  her  rage ; 

He  whom  Caitalia's  ftreams  delight, 
Shall  ev'ry  rifing  fear  afluage. 

IV. 

If  hoftile  favages  alarm, 

And  threat'ning  warriors  fill  each  plain, 
Sweet  poefy  his  grief  (hall  charm, 

And  fportive  breezes  ileal  his  pain. 

V. 

If  grifly  death,  with  terrors  crown'd, 
His  heav'n-attender'd  foul  difmay  -, 

Hark  !  he  awakes  th'  enchanting  found, 
And  ev'ry  fpectre  fhrinks  away. 


VI.  But 


[     37     ] 

VI. 

But  when  refplendent  beauty's  train 
Commands  the  foft  accordant  lyre  •, 

What  tranfports  breathe  in  ev'ry  ftrain, 
And  kindle  Love's  celeftial  fire  ! 

VII. 

Her  cheeks  he  paints  as  blufhing  dawn, 
Her  eyes  to  dim  Apollo's  rays, 

Her  breath  more  balmy  thatvlawn 
When  round  the  orient  luftre  plays. 

VIII. 

Yet  if  fair  Friend/hip's  hallow'd  flame 
In  his  enraptur'd  bofom  glows, 

His  ftrain  ftill  rifes  with  his  theme, 
Each  note  ftill  more  divinely  flows. 

IX. 

Let  wretched  mifers  clafp  their  ore, 
And  vulgar  breads  in  fenfe  delight ; 

The  mufe  fhall  purer  joys  explore, 
And  wing  a  more  exalted  flight. 


HYMN 


[    ss    ] 

HYMN        to       MAY. 

I. 

N'O  W  had  the  beam  of  Titan  gay 
Umer'd  in  the  blifsful  May, 
Scatt'ring  from  his  pearly  bed, 
Frefh  dew  on  ev'ry  mountain's  head  ; 
Nature  mild  and  debonnair, 
To  thee,  fair  maid,  yields  up  her  care. 
May,  with  gentle  plaftic  hand, 
Clothes  in  fiow'ry  robe  the  land  •, 
O'er  the  vales  the  cowfilps  fpreads, 
And  eglantine  beneath  the  fhades ; 
Violets  blue  befringe  each  fountain, 
Woodbines  lace  each  fteepy  mountain  -9 
Hyacinths  their  fweets  diffufe, 
And  the  rofe  its  blufh  renews  •, 
With  the  reft  of  Flora's  train, 
Decking  lowly  dale  or  plain. 

II. 

Thro*  creation's  range,  fweet  May  ! 
Nature's  children  own  thy  fway — 
Whether  in  the  chryfcal  flood, 
Am'rous,  fport  the  finny  brood ; 

Or 


C    39    1 

Or  the  featKer'd  tribes  declare, 

That  they  breathe  thy  genial  air, 

While  they  warble  in  each  grove 

Sweeteft  notes  of  artlefs  love  ; 

Or  their  wound  the  beads  proclaim, 

Smitten  with  a  fiercer  flame  j 

Or  the  paffion  higher  rife, 

Sparing  none  beneath  the  fkies, 

But  fwaying  foft  the  human  mind 

With  feelings  of  extatic  kind — 

Thro'  wide  creation's  range,  fweet  May  ! 

All  Nature's  children  own  thy  fway. 

III. 

Oft  will  I,  (e'er  Phofphor's  *  light 
Quits  the  glimm'ring  fkirts  of  night) 
Meet  thee  in  the  clover-field, 
Where  thy  beauties  thou  malt  yield 
To  my  fancy,  quick  and  warm, 
Lift'ning  to  the  dawn's  alarm, 
Sounded  loud  by  f  Chanticleer^ 
In  peals  that  fharply  pierce  the  ear. 
And,  as  Sol  his  flaming  car 
Urges  up  the  vaulted  air, 

*  The  Morning  Star.  f  The  Cock. 


Shunning 


[     40    ] 

Shunning  quick  the  fcorching  ray, 
I  will  to  fome  covert  ftray  •, 
Coolly  bow'rs  or  latent  dells, 
Where  light-footed  filence  dwells, 
And  whifpers  to  my  heav'n-born  dream, 
Fair  Schuylkill  by  thy  winding  ftream  1 
There  I'll  devote  full  many  an  hour, 
To  the  ftiil-finger'd  Morphean-pow'r, 
And  entertain  my  thirfty  foul 
With  draughts  from  Fancy's  fairy  bowl ; 
Or  mount  her  orb  of  varied  hue, 
And  fcenes  of  heav'n  and  earth  review. 

IV. 

Nor  in  milder  Eve's  decline, 
As  the  fun  forgets  to  fhine, 
And  flopping  down  th'  aetherial  plain, 
Plunges  in  the  Weftern  main, 
Will  I  forbear  due  ftrain  to  pay 
To  the  fong-infpiring  May ; 
But  as  -J-  Hefper  'gins  to  move 
Round  the  radiant  court  of  Jove, 
(Leading  thro'  the  azure  fky 
All  the  (tarry  progeny, 


\  The  Evening  Star. 


*    Emitting 


C     4i    ] 

Emitting  prone  their  filver  light, 
To  re-illume  the  (hades  of  night) 
Then,  the  dewy  lawn  along, 
I'll  carol  forth  my  grateful  fong, 
Viewing  with  tranfported  eye 
The  blazing  orbs  that  roll  on  high, 
Beaming  luftre,  bright  and  clear, 
O'er  the  glowing  hemiiphere. 
Thus  from  the  early-blu filing  mornt 
Till  the  dappled  eve's  return, 
Will  I,  in  free  unlabour'd  lay, 
Sweetly  ling*  the  charming  May ! 

A    N 

ANACREONTIC    ODE. 

HENCE  with  forrow,  fpleen  and  care  ! 
Mufe,  awake  the  jocund  air ; 
Wreathe  thy  brows  in  myrtle  twine, 
And  aflift  the  gay  defign  ; 
Strike  the  trembling  firing  with  pleafure, 
Till  it  found  thye  enchanting  meafure. 

G  Avaunt ! 


[      42       ] 

A vaunt !  thou  fiend,  pale  melancholy  ! 

We  are  mortals  free  and  jolly, 

Who  delight  to  lofe  the  foul, 

In  the  joy-infpiring  bowl — 

Fill  the  foaming  chalice  high, 

Till  it  fpeak  with  extafy  -9 

.With  rofy  garland  crown  the  wine, 

And  fleep  Nepenthe,  herb  divine, 

In  the  bright  nsctareous  cup, 

Till  it  fwallow  fadnefs  up. 

Wine  can  dulled  mortals  raife, 
To  deeds  of  glory,  deeds  of  praife ; 
If  the  warrior's  bread  it  warms, 
Quick  he  burns  for  glorious  arms, 
And  nightly  dreams  of  battles  dire, 
Of  giants  huge  in  deel  attire  > 
Battlements  he,  proud,  o'erthrows, 
And  rides  amidd  a  thoufand  foes. 
Thus,  when  Philip's  dauntlefs  fon, 
With  his  drinking  bouts  had  done, 
He  rufh'd  a  whirlwind  on  the  plain, 
And  mountain'd  it  with  heaps  of  (lain. 
If  wine  infpires  the  tuneful  band, 
W7ho  can  the  glowing  drain  withdand  ? 


Floods, 


[     43     ] 

Floods  of  mufic,  all  divine, 
Pour  along  in  every  line  -, 
And  the  wild  Dithyrambic  drain, 
Rufhes  thro'  the  poet's  brain. 
Alcasus  lov'd  the  purple  juice  ; 
Sprightly  Flaccus  felt  its  ufe  -y 
And  the  fweet  Anacreon, 
Warbled  beft  when  half-feas  gone. 
Ivy-crown'd  Bacchus  hail  ! 
And,  o'er  my  reeling  fong  prevail ! 

» 

S    O    N    G.      Extempore. 
I. 

TH  E  fprightly  eye,  the  rofy  cheek, 
The  dimpled  chin,  and  look  fo  meek, 
The  namelefs  grace  and  air  ; 
The  ruby  lip  in  fweetnefs  dreft, 
The  foftly-fwelling  angel  bread — 
All  thefe  adorn  my  fair ! 

II. 

See !  what  nnnumbef'd  beauties  rove 
Around  each  feature  of  my  love, 

G  2  And 


[     44     ] 

And  fire  my  rapt'rous  foul ! 
Ten  thoufand  fweets  her  looks  difclofe ; 
At  ev'ry  look  my  bofom  glows, 

And  yields  to  love's  control. 

III. 

Juft  heav'ns !  why  gave  ye  charms  like  thefe, 
With  ev'ry  graceful  art  to  pleafe, 

To  her  whom  rigid  fate, 
Permits  me  not  my  pain  to  tell, 
And  makes  me  facred  truth  conceal 

From  one  I  wilri  my  mate. 

IV. 

Curfe  on  the  fordid  thirft  of  gold  ! 
When  tend'reft  pafiions  all  are  fold 

To  win  the  world's  applaufe ; 
When,  for  defire,  and  love,  and  joy, 
Low  intereft  mail  our  hours  employ, 

And  gain  th'  ignoble  caufe. 


Jt 


SONG. 


[     45     ] 

To        SYLVIA. 

A         SONG, 

After  her  recovery  from  a  fit  of  ficknefs. 

WH  E  N  at  bleak  Winter's  ftern  command, 
Fair  nature's  blooming  beauties  fade, 
And  the  fad  groves  all  leaflefs  ftand, 
And  wither'd  is  each  pleafing  made ; 

II. 

No  nightingale,  or  linnet  gay, 

Is  heard  to  wake  the  fprightly  flrain, 

No  turtle  pours  her  love-lorn  lay, 
To  footh  the  foul  of  am'rous  fwain. 

III. 

But  when  the  jovial  hours  appear, 

That  ufher  in  the  vernal  breeze, 
.When  young-ey'd  fpring  bedecks  the  year, 

And  clothes  in  verdant  robe  the  trees ; 

IV.  The 


[    46     ] 

IV. 

The  feathcr'd  chorifters  prepare 
To  fwell  the  gratulating  long, 

While  thro'  the  foft  expanfe  of  air, 
Wild  Mufic  fweetly  floats  along. 

V. 

So  when  my  Sylvia,  lovely  maid  ! 

Is  by  the  touch  of  ficknefs  pain'd, 
When  on  her  cheeks  the  rofes  fade, 

And  with  pale  white  her  lips  are  ftain'd  ; 

VI. 

Oh  then  !  my  heart,  opprefTd  with  woe 

And  inward  anguifh,  pines  away  ♦, 
Nor  from  my  lips  does  mufic  flow, 
.  A  ftranger  to  the  warbling  lay — 

VII. 

But  if  the  charming  nymph  renews 

The  lively  look,  and  health's  foft  bloom ; 

Into  my  breaft  it  does  infufe 

New  life,  and  diiFipates  my  gloom. 


VIII.  Soon 


[     47     1 

VIII. 

Soon  then  I  fhatch  the  willing  reed, 
And  foon  it  founds  my  Sylvia's  name; 

My  wond'ring  flocks  forget  to  feed, 
And  liiten  while  I  tell  my  flame. 

IX. 

Again  the  fmiling  fparkling  eye 
Beams  luftre  o'er  her  heav'nly  face ; 

Again  the  cheek  of  vermil  dye 

Sheds,  blufhful  round,  its  wonted  grace- 


Again  her  heaving  breads  betray 

A  paffion  of  fublimer  kind  ; 
There  all  the  loves  and  graces  play, 

And  there  th'  unerring  archer  *  blind. 

XI. 

Again  I  clafp  her  round,  in  felifs, 

And  prefs  the  yielding  melting  palm  ; 

Again  I  fteal  th'  ambrofial  kifs 
From  lips  (Milling  fweeteft  balm  ! 

*  Cupid. 

SONG. 


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A      N 

O  D  E, 

Attempted  in   the   Manner   ^/"Horace, 

TO      MY     INGENIOUS      FRIEND, 

Mr.   *THOMAS      GODFREY. 

I. 

WHILE  you,  dear  To^,  arejfcrc/d  to  roam* 
In  fearch  of  fortune,   far  fnSjprome, 
O'er  bogs,  o'er  feas  and  mountains ; 
I  too,  debar'd  the  foft  retreat 
Of  fhady  groves,  and  murmur  fvveet 
Of  filver-prattling  fountains, 

II.  Mud 

*  See  an  account  of  the  Thomas  Godfreys,  father  and 
fon,  in  the  American  Magazine.  The  above  little  ode  is  ad- 
dreffed  to  the  fori.  Mr.  Evam  and  he  were  intimate  in  life,  and  in 
death  not  long  divided.  They  poiTeiTed  a  kind  of  congenial 
fpirits,  and  their  fates  were  not  diflimilar.  Both  courted  the . 
Mufes  from  their  very  infancy ;  and  both  were  called  ffom  this 
world  as  they  were  but  entering  into  their  Irate  of  manhood. 
On  Mr.  Godfrey's  death,  Mr.  Evans  collected  and  publifhed 
his  pieces  in  a  fmall  volume,  and  f$on  afterwards  left  his  vwn 
pieces  to  the  like  friendly  care  of  others. 


D' 


[         51  ] 

II. 

Muft  mingle  with  the  buttling  throng, 
And  bear  my  load  of  cares  along, 

Like  any  other  finner  : 
For,  where's  the  ecftafy  in  this, 
To  loiter  in  poetic  blifs, 

And  go  without  a  dinner  ? 


III. 

Flaccus,   we  know,  immortal  bard  ! 
With  mighty  kings  and  ftatefmen  far'd, 

And  liv'd  m  chearful  plenty  : 
But  now,  in  thofe  degenerate  days, 
The  flight  reward  of  empty  praife, 

Scarce  one  receives  in  twenty. 

Well  might  the  Roman  fwan,  along 
The  pleafing  Tiber,  pour  his  fong, 

When  bleft  with  eafe  and  quiet ; 
Oft  did  he  grace  Maecenas'  board, 
Who  would  for  him  throw  by  the  lord, 

And  in  Falernian  riot. 

H  2  V.  But, 


[      52       ] 

V. 

But,  deareft  Tom  !  thefe  days  are  pad, 
And  we  are  in  a  climate  call: 

Where  few  the  mufe  can  relifh  ; 
Where  all  the  doctrine  now  that's  told, 
Is  that  a  mining  heap  of  gold 

Alone  can  man  embellilh. 

VI. 

Then  fince  'tis  thus,  my  honed  friend, 
If  you  be  wife,  my  drain  attend, 

And  counfel  fage  adhere  to  •, 
With  me,  henceforward,  join  the  crowd, 
And  like  the  red  proclairnjribud, 

That  money  is  all  virtue  ! 

VII. 

Then  may  we  both,  in  time,  retreat 
To  fome  fair  villa,  fweetly  neat, 

To  entertain  the  mufes ; 
And  then  life's  noife  and  trouble  leave- 
Supremely  bled,  we'll  never  grieve 

At  what  the  world  refufes. 


A    SONG 


[     53     ] 


SONG 

To        M     IR    A;        ON        PARTING. 
I. 

CA  N  my  Mira  leave  her  lover  ? 
Two  long-ling'ring  months  to  part — 
World  of  time  !  Thou  gentle  rover, 
Where,  O  where's  thy  tender  heart  ? 

^; 

Wilt  thou  thus  thy  perfon  fever 

From  my  eyes  and  from  my  arms  ? 
For  two  tedious  months,  I  never 

More  fhall  view  thy  heav'nly  charms  ! 

III. 

When,  in  fome  fair  ftreams  meander, 

Thou  thy  beauteous  looks  fhall  trace, 
May  fweet  echo  cry, — "  Philander 
«*  Claims,  as  his,  that  angel-face." — 

IV.  When 


[     54     J 

IV. 

When  thou  tread'ft,  in  blooming  luftre, 
Some  gay  meadow's  flow'ry  fide, 

And  gay  youths  around  thee  duller, 
To  behold  fair  Nature's  pride  •, 

V. 

Then,   Oh  then,  my  Mira  !  mind  thee 
To  beware  each  fhepherd's  art  •, 

Know  that  heav'n  and  love  defign'd  thee 
Miftrefs  of  Philander's  heart. 

VI. 

Then  remember  each  fweet  hour 
That  in  pleafing  pain  we've  fpent, 

When  Cupid,  in  triumphant  pow'r, 
Thro'  our  hearts  his  arrows  fent. 

VII. 

Think,  how  by  each  other  fighing, 
We  confefs'd  the  mutual  flame, 

Looking,  melting,  panting,  dying — 
Joy  was  then  too  weak  a  name ! 


VIII.  Think 


[    55    1 

VIII. 

Think  on  thefe,  and  never  yield  thee 

To  a  heart  id's  true  than  mine*.; 
Then  fliall  heav'n's  bright  angels  fhield  thee, 

As  a  being  half-divine  ! 

VERSES 

FOR        THE 

N   E    W   -   Y   E   A   R     1762* 

QTILL  as  emerges  from  the  womb  of  time, 
^  Each  circling  year,  you  claim  our  humble  rhyme ; 
But  where's  the  mufe  whofe  fiery  numbers  bell, 
Shall  rouze  heroic  ardor  in  each  bread  ? 

To 

*  It  is  a  cufrcm  in  Philadelphia,  for  the  lads  that  deliver  out 
the  news- papers,  to  prefent  to  the  cnftomers,  on  Ne^v-Tears  Day, 
a  copy  of  verfes,  reciting  forne  of  the  moft  fignal  occurrences 
and  tranfaclions  of  the  pail  year,  for  which  they  commonly  re- 
ceive a  fmall  gratuity.  Thefe  verfes  are  generally  the  compo- 
fition  of  fuch  young  Bards  as  the  printers  lads  can  make  intereit. 
with.  Mr.  Evans  was  prevailed  upon  to  write  for  1762,  1763. 
is  the  principal  occurrences  of  thofe  years  were  the  fubjeel 

of 


C   56   1 

To  wing  the  flight  where  conquefi  leads  the  way, 
Tranfcends  our  fong,  and  mocks  the  feeble  lay. 
Such  themes  fublime  beft  fuit  a  rapt'rous  lyre, 
And  bards  tranfported  with  poetic  fire — 
Yet  when  infpir'd  with  Britain's  glorious  tame, 
What  bofom  glows  not  with  the  hallow'd  flame  ? 

When  angry  Gallia  pour'd  her  hoftile  train, 
Intent  on  plunder,  o'er  th'  Atlantic  main  -, 
Strangers  to  arms,  we  knew  no  murd'rous  art, 
Nor  crimfon  fauichion,  nor  the  pois'nous  dart, 
From  earlieft  youth,  inftru&ed  to  abhor 
The  deadly  engines  of  deftructive  war  •, 
The  cannon's  found,  as  dire  aflail'd  our  ears, 
As  Jove's  red  thunder,  when  he  (hakes  the  fpheres. 

Yet  to  our  aid  when  mighty  Brunfwick  came, 
It  kindled  in  each  breaft  the  martial  flame  •, 
Undaunted  as  our  warlike  troops  advance,' 
To  walls,  inglorious,  fhrink  the  fons  of  France  •, 
Their  cities  ftorm'd,  their  chiefs  in  fetters  bound, 
And  their  proud  ramparts  levell'd  with  the  ground. 

O'er 

of  fome  of  his  odes,  the  repetition  of  feveral  of  the  fame  thoughts 
became  almoil  unavoidable.  And  indeed,thefe  New-Years'-Day 
productions,  are  to  be  confidered  rather  as  good-natur'd  com- 
pliances of  the  Muje,  than  the  true  and  genuine  fruits  of  her 
infpi  ration. 


[     57     3 

O'er  this  new  world,  thus  has  Britannia's  arms 
Reftor'd  loft  peace,  and  exil'd  war's  alarms  ; 
Again  rich  commerce  crowns  the  merchant's  toil, 
And  fmiling  Ceres  paints  the  pregnant  foil. 
Thus  the  good  fhepherd,  when  he  views  from  far 
The  deadly  wolves  befet  his  fleecy  care, 
Quick  to  their  help  his  guardian  crook  he  wie'ds, 
And  foon  the  prowling  throng  is  fcatter'd  o'er  the 

fields.  * 

Yet  not  to  us  is  Britain's  care  confin'd, 
Her  fame  is  wafted  to  remoteft  Ltd ; 
By  juftice  call'd,  her  chiefs,  with  matchlefs  fwords, 
Have  humbled  mighty  Afia's  proudefl  lords; 
Far  diftant  fcenes  her  martial  deeds  proclaim, 
And  Pondicherry  bows  to  Britain's  name. 

See  the  fad  chance  of  all-deftrucYive  war- 
See  Lally  captiv'd  at  the  victor's  car  •, 
Lally,  whofe  foul  the  madd'ning  furies  claim, 
And  curs'd  with  longings  for  the  voice  of  fame. 
So  when  a  tyger,  flufh'd  with  reeking  blood, 
Ramps  o'er  the  plains,  and  tears  the  leafy  wood, 
A  lion  fpies  him  from  his  fecret  cave, 
Burfts  from  his  (land,  to  feize  th'  infulting  flave ; 
Then  hunts  him,  gen'rous,  from  the  neighb'ring  fields* 
And  peace  and  fafety  to  the  foreft  yields. 

I  O'er 


[     5§     3 

O'er  Eur6pe  too,  great  George's  arms  prevail, 
And  on  its  feas  his  fleets  triumphant  fail  •, 
Witnefs  Belleifle,  around  whofe  wave-worn  fhore 
His  navies  ride,  and  his  loud  cannons  roar. 
Oh  !  could  we  boaft  the  feeds  of  epic  fong, 
Immortal  Frederick  mould  the  verfe  prolong  ; 
The  chief  mould  mine,  inclos'd  with  fields  of  dead, 
And  guardian-angels  hov'ring  round  his  head ; 
.There,  in  dread  chains,  the  barb'rous  Rufs  mould 

bow, 
And  here,  fubmifTive,  kneel  th'  Hungarian  foe  •, 
There  mould  be  feen  to  bend,  the  fons  of  Gaul, 
Here  lefTer  troops,  his  enemies,  mould  fall. 
Thus  a  firm  rock,  begirt  with  raging  waves, 
Stands  the  fierce  charge,  tho'  all  the  tempeft  raves  ; 
Now  round  his  fummit  dafh  the  broken  tides, 
And  vainly  beat  his  adamantine  fides  ! 
But  thefe  we  leave  to  deck  th'  hiftoric  page, 
And  wake  the  wonder  of  a  future  age. 

Now  let  our  mufe  the  Paphian  trumpet  blow, 
Beauty's  the  theme,  and  melting  ftrains  fhall  flow. 
See  Neptune,  mounting  with  his  nereid  train, 
To  fmooth  the  furface  of  the  azure  main  •, 
As  confcious  of  his  charge,  he  joys  to  pleafe 
The  beauteous  Charlotte,  miftrefs  of  the  feas ! 

The 


[    59    ] 

The  jovial  Tailors  ply  their  mining  oars, 
And  now  they  reach  fair  Albion's  white-cliff  fhores ; 
With  warbling  flutes,  and  hautboy's  pleafing  found, 
They  fpread  fweet  mufic's  filver  notes  around. 
On  Cydnus  ftream,  fo  once  array'd  was  feen 
Fair  Cleopatra,  Egypt's  beauteous  Queen. 

But  here  we  fix,  rejoic'd  to  fee  you  bled, 
And  Britain's  glory  in  each  clime  confeft  ! 

N.  B.  The  New-Year's  Verfes  for  1763,  are  omitted,  thefub- 
ftance  of  them  being  included  in  the  Poem,  entitled,  He- 
roic  Stanzas  on  the  fuccefles  of  1762,  p.  64,  be. 

An  O  D  E, 

On  completing  my  One  and  Twentieth  Tear  of  Age. 

FATHER  *  of  old  oblivion,  hail! 
Reftrain  thy  fwift-revolving  glafs  ; 
If  foothing  verfe  can  ought  avail, 
To  charm  thy  moments  as  they  pafs. 
Still  fhall  I  let  thee  onward  glide, 
To  waft  me  down  thy  boundlefs  tide, 
And  unimprov'd  remain  my  foul, 
When  twenty-one  quick  fummers  from  me  thou 
haft  ftole  ? 

I  2  Adieu! 

*  Time. 


uu 


Adieu  !  amufements  of  my  youth, 

My  childhood  and  my  boyifh  days ! 
For  virtue,  probity,  and  truth, 

I  quit  my  fports  and  frolic  lays ! 

Yet  will  remembrance  bring  to  view, 
The  years,  in  playful  blifs,  that  flew, 

When  carelefs  of  the  palling  hours, 
My  whittle  fweet  I  blew, or  cull'd  the  mufe's  flow'rs ! 

Then  oft  in  Schuylkill's  filver  wave, 

Or  Delaware's  majettic  tide, 
My  limbs,  delighted,  would  I  lave, 

Or  thro'  the  foamy  billow^  glide  ; 

Then  chafe  the  plover  o'er  the  brake, 

Or  treach'ry  caft  along  the  lake, 

Pleas'd  to  delude  the  finny  fry, 
The  perch  with  glittering  fcales,  or  trout  of  golden 
dye. 

Oft  too,  as  Sol's  refplendent  ray 

With  ardour  beam'd  thro'  Cancer's  fign, 
Would  I  the  river's  margent  ftray, 

Or  on  its  velvet  brink  recline. 

Then  would  Fancy  ope  her  treafures, 

Pouring  on  the  mind  new  pleafures, 

Unlocking  all  her  fairy  fcenes 
Of  gay  enamell'd  groves  and  fweet  Elyfian  greens. 

How 


[    6i    ] 

How  would  fhe  then  uncurtain  fate, 

And  fnatch  the  foul  to  yonder  Iky, 
Events  unknown  to  man  create, 

And  read  conceaPd  futurity  ? 

Or,  ages  old  revolving  o'er, 

Their  worthies  place  my  eyes  before ; 

Hero  or  patriot,  faint  or  fage, 
Or  who  e'er  fmote  the  lyre  with  bold  poetic  rage. 

Flufh'd  with  thefe  glowing  vifions  bright, 

What  noble  frenzy  feiz'd  the  foul ! 
Each  phantom  then  of  dear  delight 

Would  round  th/  impafiion'd  eye-balls  roll  \ 

Then  o'er  my  temples  oft  the  mufe 

Vouchfaf 'd  to  fhed  nectareous  dews ; 

How  would  I  eye  her  ivy  crown, 
And  pant,  in  youthful  heat,  for  deathlefs  fair  renown  ? 

But  hence,  ye  dear  delufions  all, 

'Tis  time  I  tear  you  from  my  breafl: ; 
Methinks  !  I  hear  fweet  Reafon  call, 

"  Be  not  with  empty  dreams  pofleft  I* 

Away,  ye  pleafing  (hades  away, 

I  brook  no-longer  fond  delay — 

Reluctant  Hill  ye  from  me  fly, 
Your  airy  forms  I  fee  yet  flit  before  my  eye ! 

But 


[     62     ] 

But  come,  thou  habitant  of  heav'n  ! 

Infpirer  of  each  gallant  deed  ; 
Virtue,  bright  queen,  to  whom  'tis  given 

The  foul  for  purer  joys  to  breed ; 

High-arch'd,  o'er  yon  cerulean  plain, 

Sublimely  mines  thy  facred  fane, 

The  graces  wait  its  portals  nigh, 
Which  perfect  fhall  endure  thro'  vail  eternity. 

Come,  and  thy  gracious. aid  impart, 

Each  perifhing  purfuit  to  tame  5 
O  root  out  folly  from  my  heart, 

And  thou  the  full  pofTefiion  claim. 

Each  roving  wifh,  each  vain  defire, 

0  purge  with  thy  celeftial  fire ; 
What  is  the  world's,  the  people's  gaze  ? 

Hence  with  the  bubble  fame,  and  idle  breath  of  praife ! 

Whether,  adown  the  ftream  of  time, 

1  pafs  with  eafy  profp'rous  fails ; 
Or  o'er  its  waves  I  painful  climb, 

Forlorn  and  tofs'd  by  ftormy  gales  •, 
Still  let  me  check  the  wanton  breeze, 
Nor  be  abforb'd  in  flothful  eafe  •,     * 
But  ftedfaft  fteer,  when  tempefts  rife 
That  rend  my  fhatter'd  bark,  or  mount  it  to  the  fkies. 

So 


[     63     ] 

So  come  what  will,  the  adverfe  fcene, 

Or  fortune's  gay  alluring  fmile, 
Still  fhall  I  keep  my  foul  ferene, 

Superior  to  all  fmful  guile ; 

Then,  whether  Fate's  refiftlefs  fliears, 

Shall  clip  my  thread  in  ripen'd  years  ; 

Or,  in  my  Prime,  my  doom  be  fpoke, 
Undaunted  (hall  I  yield,  and  fearlefs  meet  the  ftroke. 


HEROIC 


C   64   ] 
HEROIC     STANZAS, 

On  the  Succeffes  of  his  Majesty's  Arms,  and  the 
Greatnefs  of  the  English  Nation;  1762. 


H 


I. 

AIL  facred  mufe  !  thou  harbinger  of  fame, 
To  Britain's  glory  found  the  lofty  rhime  ; 
A  pleafing  task  her  greatnefs  to  proclaim, 
And  ftamp  her  honours  on  the  page  of  time. 

II. 

For  fure,  the  praifes  of  her  warlike  train, 
To  the  harmonious  deathlefs  lyre  belong ; 

For  them,  fweet  Clio,  raife  the  rapt'rous  ftrain, 
And  the  rich  tide  of  mufic  pour  along. 

III. 

As  when  the  monarchs  of  the  beftial  race, 
Triumphant,  rove  the  fterile  Lybian  fand; 

The  tyger  fierce,  and  lordly  pard  they  chaie, 
Nor  dare  the  trembling  flocks  their  rage  withftand; 

IV. 

Or,  as  the  fovereigns  of  the  briny  flood, 

From  more  to  more,  imperial,  cleave  their  way  5 

Before  them  fly  the  fearful  finny  brood, 
And  all  confefs  their  wide-extended  fway  5 

So 


[     65     ] 


So  when  Britannia  lifts  her  glitt'ring  fpear, 
Her  enfigns  blazing  o'er  th'  embattl'd  field  ; 

Heart-ftruck  with  awe,    and  chill'd  with    inftant 
fear, 
Her  foes  inglorious  fly,  or  trembling  yield. 

VI. 

Or  if  fome  Blake  her  navies,  vengeful,  lead 
O'er  the  wide  bofom  of  the  (urging  wave  ; 

At  her  red  flag,  her  en'mies,  filPd  with  dread, 
Shrink  to  their  ports,  or  find  a  wat'ry  grave, 

VII. 

Not  Carthage  old,  for  opulence  renown'd, 
Nor  Tyre,  long  noted  for  her  purple  dye  -, 

Nor  aught  that  in  th9  hiftoric  page  is  found, 

With  Britain's  ifle  in  wealth  and  ftrength  can  vie. 

VIII. 

Her's  is  fair  Commerce  to  earth's  diftant  end, 
Whether  rich  India  yields  her  Ipicy  (tore, 

Or  Perjian  looms  their  filken  beauties  blend, 
Or  mines  Peruvian  give  the  glitt'ring  ore. 


K  IX.    T 


rue 


[     66     ft 


lH   ^» 


IX. 

I 

True  to  her  ports,  her  num'rous.vefiels  bear 

The  coftly  freight  from  each  prolific  foil  ; 
Soft  Perfia's  filks,  and  India's  fpice,  we  mare, 
And  gold  Peruvian  gain  without  the  toil. 

X. 

Well  doth  Britannia  the  fair  path  purfue, 

Which  ancient  Rome  with  glory  trod  before  •> 

Abroad,  each  haughty  tyrant  to  fubdue, 

At  home,  t'encreafe  each  happy  fubjecYs  {tore. 

XL 

Won  by  the  valour  of  her  martial  bands, 

Lo !  this  new  world  boafts  her  aufpicious  name  •, 

Scant  are  the  traces  the  lordly  Gaul  commands, 
And  lefTcn'd  proud  Iberia's  ample  claim. 

XII. 

Thro'  yon  fair  ifles  that  grace  the  weftern  main, 
Like  gems  befpangling  Neptune's  azure  veil, 

Or  ftars  that  deck  the  blue  etherial  plain, 
The  feats  of  Britifh  heroes  are  confer!:. 

XIII.     Struck 


[    67    ] 
XIII. 

Struck  with  the  thought,  I  feel  unufual  fire, 
When  Martinico  is  the  glorious  theme 

Heroic  deeds  heroic  fongs  infpire, 

And  fill  the  bard  with  all  the  warrior's  flame. 

XIV. 

See  the  brave  youths,  as  breathes  the  trump  of  war, 
Tremendous,  rufhing  on  the  armed  foe  ; 

With  mingled  fhouts  they  wield  the  deadly  fpear, 
And  o'er  the  field  the  crimfon  torrents  flow. 


XV. 


Th'  intrepid  chiefs  their  fiery  deeds  impel, 
Where  glows  the  fury  of  the  battle  dire, 

Where  fhrill-voic'd  clamour  lifts  her  ftunning  yell, 
And  ghaftly  terror  rolls  his  eyes  of  fire. 

XVI. 

Th'  aflonifh'd  foes,  as  Monckton's  bands  advance, 
Fly  to  the  hills,  or  fhrink  to  dreary  caves  ; 

O'er  them  black  horror  fhakes  his  iron  lance, 
And  dejolation  her  dread  banner  waves. 

K  2  XVII.     So 


t     63     ] 
XVII. 

So  when  the  princely  eagles  fail  the  fky, 
If  aught  of  meaner  fowl  oppofe  their  flight, 

Soon  hurled  headlong  from  the  realms  on  high, 
Vanquifh'd,  they  feek  to  hide  their  heads  in  night* 

XVIII. 

Nor  flop  we  yet  the  current  of  our  verfe, 
Still  other  heroes  claim  our  rapt'rous  lays ; 

Brave  Albemarle's  exploits,  O  mufe  !  rehearfe, 
And  waft,  to  diftant  times,  his  well-earn'd  praife. 

XIX. 

Let  youths  unborn  fay  how  th'  Iberian  fled, 
Before  th'  Britifh  chiefta'n's  conqu'ring  hoft  ; 

How,  o'er  the  field,  Havannah's  pride  was  fpread, 
And  Moro's  ramparts  levell'd  with  the  dull. 

XX. 

Nor  bluih,  O  mufe  !  thy  chaplet  to  beftow 
On  him  who  led  th'  unhappy  fons  of  Spain  -, 

Be  virtue  honour'd,  or  in  friend  or  foe, 
Or  in  Britannia's,  or  Iberia's,  train. 

XXI.     Thus 


[    ^9     ] 
XXI. 

Thus  fought  Rome's  champion,  Africanus  bold, 
And  thus  the  dauntlefs  Hannibal  withftood  ; 

Till  Latian  Ardor,  Punic  rage,  controPd, 

And  drench'd  the  fields  with  Carthaginian  blood. 

XXII. 

Thus  mine  the  acts  of  George's  glorious  day, 
Uluftrious  Prince,  with  early  honours  crown'd  ; 

Ordain'd  by  heav'n  a  matchlefs  race  to  fway, 
In  arms  victorious,  as  in  arts  renown'd  ! 

XXIII. 

Give  way  ye  wonders  of  an  ancient  date  ! 

Enough  have  liv'd  old  CreJJy  and  Poitiers  ; 
Henry  and  Edward  long  have  {hone  in  ftate, 

And  Alfred's  name  fubdu'd  a  wafte  of  years. 

XXIV. 

Thefe  once  o'er  Europe  fp read  their  glories  wide — 
But  now  new  worlds  our  Monarch's  fceptre  own, 

And  tho'  the  deep  his  diftant  realms  divide, 
In  ev'ry  iubjed's  heart  is  fix'd  his  throne. 

XXV.     Happy 


[     ?o     S 
XXV. 

Happy  this  *  Tract  of  rich  productive  foil 
(No  more  the  dwelling  of  a  favage  race) 

Where  golden  harvefts  crown  the  peafant's  toil, 
And  cheerful  plenty  gladdens  ev'ry  face. 

XXVI. 

But  happier  flill,  if  war's  fad  fcenes  were  o'er, 
And  widows  ceas'd  to  mourn   their   hufbands 
(lain  ; 
When  Peace  mall  fpread  her  reign  from  more  to 
more, 
And  orphans  for  their  fires  no  more  complain. 

XXVII. 

Then  might  the  Mufcs  (fweet  celeftial  Maids  !) 
In  this  fair  land  vouchfafe  to  fix  their  feat  *, 

Nor  leaving  \  Thefpias's  ever-pleafing  fhades, 
Would  the  harmonious  Sifters  then  regret. 


*  America. 

-j-  A  city  in  Bceotia,  at  the  foot  of  Parnafius. 


XXVIII.    Much 


[     7i     ] 
XXVIII. 

Much  boots  it  us  to  court  their  facred  lore, 
To  gen'rous  deeds  to  animate  the  foul, 

The  fage  inftruction  o'er  the  mind  to  pour, 
And  all  the  giddy  paffions  to  control  j 

XXIX. 

To  brand  proud  Folly,  and  bold  Vice  to  fhame, 
To  teach  that  Wealth  is  but  a  tranfient  joy, 

To  mew  that  Honour  is  the  road  to  fame, 
And  Virtue  is  true  blifs,  without  alloy. 

XXX. 

Such  are  the  maxims  which  the  facred  Nine 
Delight  to  warble  o'er  the  deathlefs  lyre  ; 

Such  are  the  garlands  they  delight  to  twine  ; 
Then  hither  hafte  ye  foul-exalting  Choir 

N.  B.  The  foregoing  verfes  feem  to  have  undergone  feveral 
corrections  from  the  Author  fince  their  firft  publication  ;  but 
the  ftanzas  that  follow  in  the  raanufcript  are  too  much  unfinifhed 
to  be  added/without  making  alterations  that  would  not  be  jufti- 
fiable. 


[   72   3 
A  N 


E    X    E    R     C     I     S     E; 

CONTAINING, 

A   DIALOGUE  and  ODE 

On    OCCASION    of    the    PEACE. 

Performed  at  the  Public  Commencement  in  the 
College  0/ Philadelphia,  May  ljth,  1763. 

Oh  !  ftretch  thy  reign,  fair  Peace  !  from  more  to  more, 
'Till  conquer!:  ceafe,  and  flav'ry  be  no  more  ; 
'Till  the  freed  Indians,  in  their  native  groves, 
Reap  their  own  fruits  and  woo  their  fable  loves. 

Pops. 

Pacatumque  reget  patriis  virtutlbus  orb  em. 

VlRG. 

A        DIALOGUE,^. 

HORATIO,    PALEMON,    PHILANDER. 

Horatio. 

\\T HEN  nourifh'd  Athens  with  the  Grecian 

reign, 
And  liv'd  her  heroes,  an  illuftrious  train  ! 

When 


[    73     ] 

When  by  her  arms  each  neighboring  (late  was  fway'd 
And  kings  an  homage  to  her  warriors  paid  •, 
E'en  then  thofe  chiefs,  with  rev'rent  awe  ador'd 
The  fane  of  Pallas  more  than  Mars's  fword  •, 
(And  Latium's  lords,  who  all  the  world  iubdu'd, 
LowVd  their  proud  *  fafces  to  the  learn* d  and  good]) 
And  with  lefs  glory  in  the  rolls  of  fame, 
Shines  ev'ry  hero's  than  each  fage's  name. 
Hail  bled  Ilijfus  !  in  whofe  facred  fhade, 
The  mufes  warbled  and  the  graces  ftray'd ; 
There  the  deep  Stagirite  his  pupils  taught, 
And  Plato  lay  intranc'd  in  heav'nly  thought. 

This  joyful  day,  in  miniature  hath  fhew'd, 
Scenes  that  enraptur'd  Athens  would  have  view'd  ; 
Science  triumphant !  and  a  land  refin'd, 
Where    once  rude  ign'rance  fway'd  th'  untutor'd 

mind  ; 
Of  uncouth  forms  no  more  the  dark  retreat, 
Transformed  to  virtue's  and  the  mufe's  feat. 

L  Welcome ! 

*  This  paflage  alludes  to  an  incident  which  Pliny  informs  us 
of,  that  when  Pompey  was  about  to  enter  the  houfe  of  Pofido- 
nius,  a  man  renown'd  for  his  profefiion  of  philofophy,  he  for- 
bad the  liclor  to  ftrike  the  door,  according  to  cuftom  ;  and  he  to 
whom  the  eaft  and  the  welt  had  fubmitted,  lowered  his  fafces  to 
the  gate  of  letters. 


r  74  i 

Welcome  !  thrice  welcome,  ye  who  grace  our  dome, 
To  Wifdorri *s  fchools  fo  throng'd  thefons  of  Rome  \ 
To  fire  their  youth,  and  nurfe  their  rifing  tafte  ! 
So  the  wife  Greeks  the  fair  Lyceum  grac'd, 

Come,  then,   my  friends,  your  notes  mellifluous 
pour, 
And  the  foft  foul  of  harmony  explore  ; 
With  melting  drains  the  happy  day  prolong, 
What  more  enchanting  than  the  charms  of  fong  ? 

Palem  on>'! 

Joyous  we  join  thee  in  the  choral  lay, 
To  add  new  tranfports  to  this  blifsful  day ; 
To  trace  the  mufes  to  their  hallow'd  fpring, 
Catch  the  fweet  founds,  and  as  they  fire  us,  fing. 
The  pleafing  theme,  Philander,  (hall  be  thine, 
To  wake  the  raptures  of  th'  immortal  Nine  -9 
Say,  in  thy  bread  what  fprightly  thoughts  arife, 
Illume  thy  face,  and  kindle  in  thine  eyes  ? 

Philander. 

Not  with  more  pleafure  o'er  the  fragrant  lawn 
Sports  the  fleet  hare,  or  bounds  the  exulting  fawn, 
When  to  black  florms  fucceeds  the  folar  ray, 
And  gilds  each  beauty  of  the  fmiling  day, 

Than 


[     IS     ] 

Than  my  heart  gladdens  at  the  dawn  of  peace, 
As  wrath  fubfides,  and  war's  loud  tumults  ceafe. 
George  gave  the  word — and  bade  mankind  repofe— • 
Contending  Monarchs  blufh'd  that  they  were  foes. 
Old  warriors  now  with  rage  {hall  glow  no  more, 
But  reap  the  fields  their  valour  won  before. 
Such  is  the  fubjecl  which  my  foul  enjoy'd, 
In  my  eyes  fparkled,  and  my  thought  employ'd. 

Horatio. 

Aufpicious  theme  !  for  which  fnall  be  difplay'd 
Th'  richeft  chaplets  of  th'  Aonian  fhade. 
How  bright  the  fcene  !  unfuliied  days  ajrife, 
And  golden  profpecTs  rum  before  my  eyes ! 
Hail  fmiling  goddefs  in  whofe  placid  mein, 
Celeftial  blifs  with  every  grace  is  feen  ; 
O'er  thy  fmooth  brow  no  rugged  helmet  frowns. 
An  olive  wreath  thy  mining  temple  crowns. 
Far  malt  thou  banifh  barb'reus  ftrife  and  woe, 
With  purple  vengeance  to  the  realms  below. 

Palemon, 

Stern  chiefs  no  more  their  crimfon'd  blade,  (hall 
wield,. 
Nor  deadly  thunders  .bellow  o'er  the  field ; 

L  z  Satiate 


[     76    ] 

Satiate  of  war,  the  battle-breathing  deed 
Peaceful  fhall  range  the  grove  and  verdant  mead ; 
No  drum  mail  animate  the  foldier's  bread, 
Nor  piercing  fife  aroufe  him  from  his  reft ; 
The  trump  (brill  founding,  and  the  clang  of  arms, 
Shall  make  the  plain  no  more  with  dire  alarms. 


Ph 


ILANDER, 


The  ufelefs  rampart  fhall  its  drength  refign, 
And  o'er  the  badion  fpread  the  curling  vine  ; 
Th'  afpiring  ivy  round  old  tow'rs  fhall  dray, 
And  in  the  trenches  harmlefs  flocks  fhall  play ; 
The  cryflal  dreams  fh-all  flow  without  a  dain, 
The  groves  bloom  fpotlefs,  and  each  flow'ry  plain; 
Countries  opprefs'd  by  war's  dedruclive  rage, 
Again  revive  to  blefs  a  milder  age-, 
In  the  fame  fields  where  groves  of  lances  rofe, 
The  furrow'd  grain  fhall  golden  ranks  compofe. 

Horatio. 

Oh  hade  fair  peace !  begin  thy  pleafing  reign  j 
Come,  with  each  lovely  virtue  in  thy  train  •, 
Then  pure  Religion's  precepts  fhall  prevail, 
Impartial  judice  poize  her  balanc'd  fcale  ; 
Bright  liberty  fhall  wanton  in  the  breeze, 
Innox!?uspleafijre,  philofophic  eafe, 

Heart- 


[    77    ] 

Heart-cheering  mirth,  and  plenty  ever  gay, 
With  rofy  joy  mall  tend  thy  gentle  fway  ! 

P  A  L  E  M  0  N. 

Hade  then,  O  hade,  thy  foft'ning  pow'r  renew, 
Blefs  ev'ry  clime,  the  old  world  and  the  new! 
In  friendly  league,  unite  each  diftant  fhorei 
And  bid  mankind  with  anger  burn  no  more. 
Commerce  fhall  then  expand  without  control. 
Where  coafts  extend,  or  fartheft  oceans  roll ; 
Thefe  fpacious  realms  their  treafures  fhall  unfold, 
And  Albion's  fhores  fhall  blaze  with  Indian  gold. 

Philander. 

Hail  !  happy  Britain,  in  a  Sovereign  bleft, 
Who  deems  in  Kings  a  virtuous  name  the  beft  ; 
Guardian  of  right  and  facred  liberty, 
Rome's  glorious  Numa  fnall  be  feen  in  thee  ; 
Beneath  thy  fmile  fair  Science  fhall  increafe, 
And  form  one  reign  of  Learning  and  of  Peace. 
E'en  we  who  now  attempt  the  mufe's  fhell, 
Great  George's  kind  *  munificence  can  tell, 

Tho* 

#  Alluding  to  his  Majesty's  granting  and  fubfcribing  fo 
gracioufly  to  the  Brief 'for  the  eftablifhment  of  the  Colleges  of 
Philadelphia  and  New-York. 


[    73     J 
Tho*  far  remov'd  from  his  illuflrious  throne, 
Yet  have  thefe  walls  his  regal  bounty  known. 
Thus  univerfal  mines  the  god  of  day, 
Each  land  enlight'ning  with  his  genial  ray. 

Horatio. 

Enough,  my  friends ! —  ye  fweeter  numbers  flowi 
And  let  the  deep  ton'd  fwelling  organ  blow; 
Ye  tuneful  quire,  your  dulcet  warblings  join, 
And  foothth' attentive  foul  with  harmony  divine. 

ODE, 

WRITTEN  by  PAUL  JACKSON,  A.M. 

i. 

SMILING  Pleafure's  feftive  band 
Swift  defcends  to  blefs  our  land, 
Sweet  Content,  and  Joy,  and  Love, 
Happy  offsprings  from  above  ! 
No  more  fell  difcord  calls  aloud  to  war, 
Her  crimfon  banners  flaming  from  afar. 

Ckoru  S* 


[    79    3 

Chorus. 

Bled  ara^  hail !  with  thee  fhall  ceafe 

Of  war  the  wailing  train  •, 
On  thee  attendant,  white  rob'd  peace 

In  triumph  comes  again. 

II. 

Where  the  grim  favage  devadation  fpread, 

And  drench'd  in  gore  his  execrable  hand; 
Where  prowling  wolves  late  wander'd  o'er  the  dead, 

And  repoffefs'd  the  defolated  land  ; 
There  beauteous  villages  and  cheerful  farms 

Now  variegate  the  far  extended  plain  •, 
And  there  the  fwain,  fecure  from  future  harms, 

Delighted,  views  his  fields  and  waving  grain. 

Chorus. 
Bled  <zray  hail !  with  thee  mail  ceafc 

Of  war  the  wading  train  ; 
On  thee  attendant,  white-rob'd  peace 

In  triumph  comes  again. 

III. 

Hade  ye  mufes,  and  explore 
The  tawny  chief  on  Erie's  more  ; 

Or 


[     8o     ] 

Or  among  the  forefts  wide, 

That  imbrown  Ontario's,  fide  ; 

Bid  him  quick  his  bow  unbend, 

Hateful  war  is  at  an  end  ; 
And  bid  the  *Jlre  of  rivers,  as  he  runs, 
The  joy  proclaim  to  all  his  fvvarthy  fons. 

Chorus. 

Bleft  ara\  hail !  with  thee  mail  ceafe 

Of  war  the  wailing  train  ♦, 
On  thee  attendant,  white-rob' d  peace 

In  triumph  comes  again. 

IV. 

May  Britain's  glory  ftill  increafe, 

Her  fame  immortal  be, 
.  Whofefons  make  war  to  purchafe^zr*?, 

And  conquer  to  fet  free. 
Such  pow'r  is  like  the  ftar  of  day, 
That  cheers  the  realms  of  night, 
Before  whofe  beam  each  beaft  of  prey, 
To  darknefs  fpeeds  his  flight  •, 
And  may  it  grow,  till  round  the  earthly  ball, 
Science  and  liberty  illumine  all ! 

Chorus. 
*  Sire  of  rivers  is  a  tranflation  of  the  word- Mifliffippi. 


[     8i     ] 


Chorus. 


Bleft  <mz,  come!  when  war  mall  ceafe3 
With  all  her  wafting  train  ; 

And  juftice,  innocence^and  peace 
Thro'  endlefs  years  remain. 


# 


M  PSALM 


[      S2       j 

P  S  A  L  M  XCVIL  Paraph rafed. 


cj^HERE  is  in  no  ccllefiicn  cf  devout  compcfitkns 
^     a  greater  diverfity  of  matter  than  in  the  Pfalms  of 
David.     They  appear  to  have  been  pen'd  while  the 
author  was  under  the  immediate  impreffwn  of  thofe 
feelings  which  he  fo  admirably  defcribes  ;  whether  of 
religious  penfivenefs,  devout  contemplation,  admiration 
of  God's  attributes,  pious  joy,  gratitude,  and  thahkfgiv » 
ing,  arifing  from  the  various  ft  ate  of  his  mind  or  tem- 
poral affairs.     'They  are,  therefore,  wonderfully  fitted 
and  adapted  to  the  cafe  of  men  in  general,  who,  at  one 
time  or  other,  are  infome  cf 'thofe  fituations,  and  a  filiat- 
ed by  the  fame  fenfations :  And  as  they  are  written 
with  great  fervour  of  fpirit,  folidity  of under  ft  anding, 
ftrength  cf  fancy,  and  a  foul  illuminated  by  divine  in- 
fpiration,  it  is  not  to  be  wondered  that  they  have  fo 
often  charmed  the  befl  and  great  eft  geniufes. — Sundry 
of  our  meft  celebrated  Englijh  poets  have  employed  their 
pens  in  rendering  divers  of  thofe  excellent  pieces  into 
verfe — and  there  is  not  a  fublimer  and  more  mufical 
poem  in  the  CGmpofitions  of  Addifon,  than  that  which 
is  wrought  out  of  the  lythpfahn. 

I  have  thus  far  premifed,  to  induce,  if  poffble,  thofe 
youths  among  us,  who  have  enjoyed  the  advantage  of  a 

'  liberal 


[     33     ] 

liberal  education,  and  have  kifure  for  literary  purfuits 
and  a  i aft e  and  capacity  for  poetry,  which  fome  have 
lately  evinced,  to  turn  their  talents  towards  fuch  in- 
firufiive  performances. — "The  Holy  Scriptures  are  the 
true  fountain  from  which  to  extract  the  richefl  draughts 
of  poefy,  both  as  to  dignity  of  matter  and  embeUiftment 
of 'figures-,  witnefs  the  noble  ufe  the  great  Milton  made 
of  them  in  his  marvellous  poems,  and  though  few  muft 
cxpecltio  reach  to  fuch  heights  as  did  that  prodigy  of 
learning  and  genius,  yet  all,  according  to  their  ability, 
may  follow  his  illuftrious  example  ;  and  if  we  would 
wifh  to  excel  and  atchieve  any  thing  great  and  laud* 
able,  we  fbould  always  look  to  a  mark  fup eri or  to  cur- 
fclves.  \ 

The  145th  pfalm,  in  particular,  one  of  thofe 
paraphrafed  below,  is  a  moft  beautiful  picture  of 
the  Supreme  Being,  whom  the  Pfalmift  extols  for 
thofe  amiable  attributes,  which  moft  of  all  muft 
effecl  men  with  joy,  as  fubjecls  of  God's  moral  govern- 
ment, his  goodnefs  and  mercy.  Such  a  theme  needs 
no  apology  •,  and  as  to  the  prefent  handling  cf  it,  if  it 
ftjould  excite  others,  cf  a  fimilar  tafte,  who,  like  the 
Author,  may  fometimes  have  an  hour  in  the  country  un- 
occupied by  duty,  bufinefs,  or  friends,  which  they  would 
wifh  rationally  to  employ  in  fuch  like  amufemenis,  he 
hopes  it  will  plead  his  excufe. 

M  2  PSALM 


[    H    ] 
PSALM    XCVII.    Paraphrased. 

"IT*  X  U  L  T,  O  earth !  ye  nations  found  his  praife, 
«*— '  One  God  fupreme,   with  pow'r  unbounded 

fways  ; 
Offspring  of  nature  !  the  glad  tidings  hear, 
Th'  eternal  Ruler  makes  the  world  his  care  ; 
Enthron'd  fublime,  with  awful  glory  crovvn'd, 
Vindictive  thunders  his  bright  feat  furround  ; 
Rob'd  in  thick  clouds  his  rapid  lightning  flies, 
And  hurls  deftru&ion  on  his  enemies  •, 
Celettial  righteoufnefs,  with  truth  her  own, 
And  perfect  juftice  form  his  facred  throne  ; 
This  rolling  ball  he  pour'd  his  light  around, 
And  the  world  trembled  to  its  utmoft  bound  ; 
Mountains,  whofe  brows  in  lofty  aether  nod, 
Melt  at  the  prefcnce  of  th5  all-potent  God. 
Omnifcient  Lord  !   immaculate,  divine, 
Thro'  all  creation's. frame  thy  glories  fhine  ! 
Suns,  at  thy  word,  illume  each  diftant  pole, 
Earth  teams  with  joy  and  azure  oceans  roll. 
Abafn'd,  confus'd  be  thofe  who,  vain,  adore 
Idols  of  wood,  or  bend  to  imag'd  ore  •, 
Before  his  throne  let  gods  and  mortals  all 
In  grateful  adoration  proftrate  fall. 
The  ardent  drain,  lo  1  joyous  Zion  heard, 
And  Judah's  nymphs  their  tuneful  voices  rear'd, 

Praiflng 


[     85     ] 

Praifing  tranfported,  and  in  fweet  accord, 

Thy  holy  judgments,  ever-righteous  Lord. 

For  thou,  Great  Monarch  of  this  mighty  Whole  ! 

Doll  all  the  pow'rs  of  heav'n  and  earth  control. 

Ye  mortals,  who  to  love  divine  afpire, 

From  vice  polluting  and  foul  fin  retire  ; 

Fix  on  the  law  of  heav'n  your  Heady  gaze, 

And  Wifdom's  felf  (hall  pleas'd  protect  your  ways. 

Thole  who  thy  laws,  all-gracious  Sire,  obey, 

Are  crown'd  with  bliis,  in  realms  of  endlefs  day. 

Wake  then,  ye  virtuous  !  wake  the  rapt'rous  lays, 

Join  the  loud  choir  of  nniverfal  pfaife  ! 

Hail!  higheft  Sovereign  !  Godhead  infinite  ! 

Supreme  in  glory,  majefty  and  might ! 


P  S  A  L  M 


[     S6     ] 
PSALM  CXLV.  Paraphrased. 

I. 

TO  Thee,  all-bounteous  Lord  and  King, 
My  mufe  in  Tweeted  drains  fhall  fmg; 
Her  morning  and  her  evening  lays, 
Shall  warble  forth  thy  glorious  praife. 
Nor  ever  fhall  mv  grateful  foul, 
Forget  thy  goodnefs  to  extol. 
Of  pow'r  and  wifdom,  fource  immenfe  ! 
Unfearchable  to  mortal  fenfe  ! 
From  age  to  age,  the  human  race 
Thro'  all  thy  works,  the  God  (hall  trace. 
Declaring  to  their  progeny, 
The  wonders  of  thy  majefty. 
I  too  will  join  th'  adoring  throng, 
Thy  name  fhall  dignify  my  fong, 
And  with  thy  acts  my  tongue  fhall  found, 
Refponfive  to  the  world  around. 

II. 

The  world  around  with  heav'n  fhall  join, 
To  tell  that  thou  art  tove  divine  ; 
CompaHion,  grace,  and  mercy  fweet, 
Hover,  like  cherubs,  round  thy  feat. 
And  Goodnefs  too,  whofe  fmile  alone 
Can  beautify  thy  awful  throne  -, 


[     «7     ] 

Juftice,  with  fear,  would  (hike  us  dead, 
But  Mercy  rears  each  Tinner's  head. 
Thy  Love  infpif'd  the  breathlefs  clay, 
And  man  fuftains  from  day  to  day  ; 
And  not  alone  to  man  confin'd, 
It  gladdens  ev'fy  living  kind  •, 
Show'ring  its  bleffings  in  each  clime, 
Thro'  all  the  ceafeiefs  rounds  of  time  ; 
Painting  the  feafons  as  they  roll, 
And  featuring  blifs  from  pole  to  pole  •, 
Darting  the  fun's  prolific  beams, 
Filling  with  filver  fifh  the  dreams^ 
Giving  fweet  vegetation  birth, 
And  breathing  fragrance  o'er  the  earth. 

III. 

To  Thee,  then,  let  all  beings  bend, 
And  fhoutsof  joy  the  sether  rend. 
And  chiefly  let  thy  faints  on  high, 
Laud  the  great  Sovereign  of  the  iky ; 
Leading  on  the  exultant  choir, 
In  drains  of  rapture,  words  of  fire, 
Till  heav'n  and  earth  and  hell  profound. 
With  the  triumphant  {hoists  refound. 
Til)  all  confefs  thy  glorious  fame, 
And  tremblingly  adore  thy  name  ; 
Thus  ever  (hall  thy  reign  endure, 
In  endlefs  majefty  fecure. 

IV.  When 


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IV. 

When  trouble  finks  us  to  the  duft, 
To  Thee,  for  aid,  O  Lord,  we  truft. 
'Tis  thine  to  heal  affliction's  fmart, 
And  raife  from  death  the  languid  heart. 
In  meagre  want  or  poverty, 
To  thee  we  lift  the  fup pliant  eye  ; 
Thy  bounteous  hand,  profufely  kind, 
Pours  the  rich  banquet  uncorffin'd  ; 
To  man  and  beaft  thou  giv'ft  their  food. 
While  all  enjoy  their  proper  good. 

V. 

Righteous  and  holy  is  the  Lord, 
And  will  to  all  his  grace  afford, 
To  all  who  his  great  name  revere, 
And  worfhip  him  with  hearts  fincere. 
Such  in  his  glorious  courts  mail  dwell, 
And  triumph  over  death  and  hell. 
But  thofe  who  his  difpleafure  move, 
Shall  never  fhare  his  heav'nly  love. 
Blefs  then,  my  foul,  his  facred  name, 
And  let  all  nature  join  the  theme  ; 
All  nature  to  its  God  mail  cry, 
Who  lives  thro'  vaft  ete#nity. 


PSALM 


C    s9    1 

PSALM    CXXXVII.     VERSIFIED. 

I. 

}fTP\  W  A  S  on  the  gentle  brink  reclin'd, 
J-       Of  fair  Euphrates'  murm'ring  wave, 

When  Zion's  fate  we  calPd  to  mind, 
Salt  tears  our  languid  cheeks  did  lave. 

II. 

There,  on  the  willows  bending  low, 
Our  untun'd  joylefc  harps  we  hung  ; 

For  what  but  grief  could  from  us  flow, 
When  unrelenting  foes  among  ? 

III. 

Ah  !  how  the  victors  mock'd  our  ftory, 

Exulting  o'er  our  helplefs  (late  •, 
Sing  now,   faid  they,  of  Zion's  glory, 
And,  in  your  mirth,  forget  your  fate. 

IV. 

How  fhall  we  joy  in  land  prophane, 
Or  found  Jehovah's  matchlefs  praife  ? 

How  fingthe  wonders  of  His  reign, 
To  thofe  who  flight  celeitial  lays  ? 

N  V.  Rather 


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Rather  than  I,   in  evil  hour, 

Should  ceafe  to  think  of  Judah's  wrong, 
May  my  right  arm  be  void  of  pow'r, 

And  dumb,  for  ever,  be  my  tongue. 

VI. 

Let,  O  Lord,  thy  wrath  in  thunder, 

Speak  devoted  Edom's  ruin  ; 
Who,  a-thirfl  for  blood  and  plunder, 
Work'd  fair  Judah's  fad  undoing. 

VII. 

And  thou,  O  Babel  !  doom'd  to  (laughter, 
With  juft  return  of  fjghs  and  groans  ! 

Bleft,  who  each  infant  fon  and  daughter, 
Shall  dam  for  thee  againft  the  (tones. 


\S\-'  "••...••*\,'-'V'  \ 

V  V  v  v 

■:S\S 


Ad 


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Ad  GULIELMUM   LiAUDERUM,     P.  P, 


CA  S  E  U  S  pinguis,  pyra,  mala,  nectar 
Te  manent  mecum,  Gulielme,  fextatn 
Occidens  quum  Sol  properabit  horam 

Axe  fugaci. 

Diligit  pullos  nitidumque  nidum 
Uxor,  at  tecum  gradiatur  audax  : 
Filio  quiiquam  nee  erit  venuflo 

Gratior  umbra. 

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Rifus  &  mufas  comitentur  almae, 
Innocens  et  te  jocus  &  lepores  : 
Linque  fed  curas,  &  amara  vitae 

Linque  feverae. 

Hanc  moram  rugis  fapiens  futuris 
Ponito  :  quamvis  viridem  fenectam 
Cautns  arceto,  remorare  vitae 

Gaudia  blandae. 


Vive 


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To  William   Lauder,    P.  P. 

PEARS,  apples,  cheefe,  dear  Will,  and  wine, 
If  thou  wilt  grace  my  houfe,  are  thine  ; 
(For  thefe  are  in  my  pow'r. 
When  the  laft  ray  of  yon  bright  fun, 
Shall  round  its  whirling  axle  run, 
And  haften  the  fixth  hour. 

Thy  wife  delights  in  her  neat  home 

And  babes,  but  let  her  boldly  come, 

Provided  file's  at  leifure. 
Thy  beauteous  boy  mail  alfo  find, 

Altho'  unafk'd,  a  welcome  kind, 

And  be  receiv'd  with  pleafure. 

And  with  thee  hafte  the  virgin  Mufe, 
And  jeft  that  laughter  fhall  diffufe, 

And  mirth  that  cheers  the  foul  : 
Banifti  afar  corroding  care, 
Severity  with  gloomy  air, 

That  might  our  joys  control. 

More  wifely  thou  procraftinate 
Thefe  evils  to  a  wrinkled  flate, 

When  life's  no  more  inviting  : 
E'er  age  comes  on,  while  yet  thy  blood 
Flows  in  a  fprightly  vig'rous  flood, 

Be  cheerful  and  delighting. 

Live  ! 


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Vive  nunc  :  *J2tas  fugit  impotentis 
Fluminis  ritu,  volucrifve  venti  : 
Vis  ftitit  nulla,  et  revocavit  horas 

Nulla  volantes, 

Umbra  feu  pulvis  fumus,  aut  inanis 
Fumus,  et  noftrum  remanebit  olim 
Nil  nifi  virtus,  monumenta  facra 

Ingeniique. 


CARMEN 


[    95    ] 

Live  !  live,   my  Will,  for  now's  the  day  •, 
Time,  like  a  current,   glides  away, 

Or  th'  evanefcent  wind  ; 
Unftaid  by  flout  Herculean  force, 
Nought  can  protract  its  rapid  courfe, 

And  fleeting  moments  bind. 

Shadows  we  are,  or  empty  dull:,   . 
And  vapour- like  difiblve  we  muft, 

Nor  are  we  more  fecure  •, 
Nought  can  efcape  the  dreary  pit 
But  virtue  and  immortal  wit, 

Which  endlefs  fhall  endure. 


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1     P  A  S  T  O  R  A  L 


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CARMEN   PASTORALE. 


URBS   colitur   prifcis    quondam  celeberrima 
Scotis, 
Incumbens  faxo  folido,  cui  nomen  Edinae. 

Venerat  hue  Phyllis  pulcherrima  Scoti^enarum 

..         .        j 
Montibus  ex  patriis,  ubi  Onfadas  inter  agreftes 

Prima  fuit,  denos  bis  non  afpexerat  annos 

Gtoria  deliciaeque  patris :  quarn  forte  vagantem 

Viderat  Urbanus  fubitoque  exarfit,  at  ilia 

Munere  nee  pretio  potuit  precibufve  moveri. 

Hunc  igitur  vanis  fundentem  vota  qnerelis 

Audiit  Arcluri  rupes  et  inhofpita  faxa : 

Audiit,  et  plan&us  gemebunda  remurmurat  Echo* 

Echo  fola  meos  miferata  eft,  inquit  amores  j 

Triftra  nam  moeftis  ex  faxis  affonat  imis, 

Flebile  ludlifonis  refponfat  et  ufque  cicutis. 

Me  miferum  quoties  exclamo,  lugubris  ilia 

Me  miferum  ingeminat  gelidis  e  vallibus  :  Eheu 

Clamanti  exclamat,  repetitis  vocibus,  Eheu  ! 

O  rupes ! 


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A  Pastoral,    from    the  Latin 
of  the  fame. 

ON  a  firm  rock,  enroll'd  in  ancient  fame, 
A  city  flands,  and  Edinburgh  its  name  -, 
Here  came  fair  Phyllis  from  her  native  hills, 
Whofe  beauty  all  the  Scottifli  maids  excels  ; 
Firftof  the  rural  nymphs  ih  Venus'  arms, 
Nor  yet  had  twenty  fummers  crown'd  her  charms, 
This  lovely  fair,  her  father's  joy  and  pride, 
Once,  as  ihe  heedlefs  pafs'd,  Urbanus  ey'd. 
Quick  as  the  lightning  darts  from  pole  to  pole, 
An  inftant  pafiion  fir'd  his  am'rous  foul  -, 
With  pray'rs  and  bribes  he  flrove  to  win  her  mind, 
But  ftie,  unmov'd,  his  tender  fuit  declin'd. 
Soon  then  the  ruthlefs  rocks  he  rov'd  among, 
And  with  his  plaints  Arfturu?  fummit  rung. 
Echo  too  heard  his  tear-exciting  drain, 
And  back  refounded  every  groan  again. 
Echo,  fays  he,  alone  laments  my  woe, 
In  hollow  accents  from  the  caves  below. 
My  pipe  fad  warb'ling  fills  the  groves  around, 
While  ihe  redoubles  ev'ry  plaintive  found. 
Ah  !  wretched  me  !  I  mournfully  exclaim  ; 
Ah  !   wretched  me  !  the  vales  repeat  again. 

O  Alas  ! 


[    98     ] 

O  rupes  !  O  mi  quondam  dile&aque  faxa  ! 
O  valles  folitas  audire  et  reddere  voces 
Phyllidis  auricomae  !    num  jam  mihi  ferre  poteftis 
Auxilii  quidquam  rabidos  lemre  dolores? 
Phyllis  abeft,  longumque  vale  mihi  dixit  ;  avenas, 
Delicias  quondam,  fragiles  perdamque  cicutas. 
Phyllis  abeft,  nee  me  delectant  carmina,  nee  me 
Lanigerive  greges,  dulcefve  ante  omnia  mufae. 
Naides,  et  fordent  mihi  munera  veftra,  nee  ipfe 
Pan  placeat,  calamis  fi  quando  inflare  mifellis 
Tentet,  et  ingentes  divellere  peftore  curas. 
O  crudelis  amor  !   crudelia  faxa  I  bovefque 
Crudeles  !  qui  non  fentitis  pectoris  .ZEflus : 
Quales  fornicibus  ruptis  ciet  iEtna  Typhois 
Ore  vomens  lapidefque  feros,  flammafque  glob'ofque 
In  Sicuios  agros,  liquefaftaque  faxa  revolvit. 

O  pecora  f 


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Alas  !    alas  !  I  figh  to  ev'ry  (hade  ♦, 

Alas  !   alas !  returns  the  piteous  Maid. 

Ye  funny  banks  that  once  were  my  delight, 

With  precipices  awful  to  the  fight. 

And  vales  that  heard  the  bright-hair'd  Phyllis  fing, 

What  aid  to  me  can  all  your  beauties  bring  ? 

Phyllis  is  gone,  with  her  my  pleafures  flew, 

Gone,  and  has  bid  a  killing  long  adieu. 

My  pipe  and  brittle  reed  I'll  now  deftroy  ; 

Phyllis  is  fled,  the  fource  of  all  my  joy. 

Not  fongs,  nor  flocks,   can  now  my  blifs  recal, 

Nor  charming  Mufes,  fweeter  than  them  all. 

The  blue-ey'd  Naiads  now  delight  no  more, 

Nor  frolic  Pan  that  fports  the  mountains  o'er  ^ 

His  idle  reed  no  cure  for  me  can  find, 

Mufic  enchants  alone  th'  unruhTd  mind,. 

O  cruel  love  !   and  cruel  oxen  too, 

With  favage  rocks  that  never  paflion  knew  ; 

Thofe  ills  ye  feel  not  that  my  foul  infeft, 

Nor  raves  the  furious  temped  in  your  bread. 

Such  as  when  fwells  old  ./Etna's  reftlefs  womb, 

And  burfts  the  caverns  of  Typhean  gloom, 

Fierce  (tones,  and  flames,    and  globes  of  fiery  red, 

It  fpouts  tremendous  from  its  burning  bed, 

And  rolls  the  melted  fulph'rous  mafs  amain, 

A  flaming  river  down  Sicilia's  plain. 

O  %  You 


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•O  pecora  !  O  caprae,  crudeles  vos  quoque  !  noftri 
Vos  neque,  paftores,  miferefcitis.  Improba  faxa 
Torreat  acre  gelu,  montifque  cacumina  faevi 
Horrefcant  fubitis  ventis,  tumidifque  procellis. 
Perpetuo  coelum  contriftet  bruma  nivofis 
Imbribus,  aeternis  rigeat  fera  terra  pruinis. 
Vos,  pecora,  iniani  perimant  contagia  morbi 
Dira,  vel  innumeris  jaceant  laniata  per  agros 
Membra  lupis :  fcelerata  lues,  vel  numinis  ira 
Uitricis  vigiles  miferanda  morte  magiftros 
Tollat,  et  hos  nemo  plangat.  Sed  quo  furor  aegram 
Impius  abripuit  mentem  ?  Quid  faxa  ?  Quid  aer  ? 
Quid  caprae?  aut  ovium  quid  commeruere  magiflri  ? 
Quid  vos  devoveam  ?  Piget,  et  malefane  furenti 
Dicta  mihi,  fimul  et  temeraria  vota  recanto. 
Si  rata  namque  forent  quaecunque  armata  fiagellis 
Ira,  aut  praecipiti  furibunda  infania  motu 
Diclitat,  Urbano  quae  fpss  reltaret,  ut  iftas 
Nympha  memor  noftri  formofa  reviferet  oras  ? 

Qtiin 


[       101        ] 

You  are  relerulefs  too,  my  fleecy  care, 
Ye,  nor  your  fhepherds,  p:"y  my  delpair. 
May  frofta  fevere  the  cruel  rocks  divide, 
And  Ridden  whirlwinds  tear  the  mountain's  fide  •, 
May  dark  December  reign  with  icy  fnow, 
And  Boreas  ever  round  the  aether  blow  ; 
Let  the  hard  earth  with  cold  perpetual  freeze, 
Nor  ever  feel  the  balmy -breathing  breeze. 
And  you  my  flock,  may  madnefs  feize  your  joy, 
And  dire  diftempers  all  your  race  deftroy, ; 
Or  wolves  innumerable  your  members  tear, 
And  far  difperfe  them  through  the  fields  and  air  ; 
May  the  curs'd  plague  your  watchful  fwains  con- 
fume, 
Or  heav'n's  dread  thunder  fpeak  their  inftant  doom. 
But  why  will  fancy  thus  wild  warfare  wage, 
And  fwell  my  fick-mind  with  an  impious  rage  ? 
J-Iow  have  the  rocks  and  air  arons'd  my  ire  ? 
Nor  goats,  nor  fheep,  nor  fhepherds  did  confpirc 
To  pain  my  bofom,  nor  to' fix  my  fate  ; 
Why  then  fhall  harmlefs  thefe  deferve  my  hate  ? 
Oh,  I  repent  !  my  furious  vows  recant, 
With  all  my  wrathful  execrating  rant. 
For  if  what  anger's  fierce  vindictive  arm, 
Or  madnefs'  rafh  precipitate  alarm, 
Should  bid,  and  in  their  order  be  obey'd, 
How  could  I  hope  to  fee  the  beauteous  Maid  ? 

No! 


[       102       } 

Quip  potius  ftudiis  confpirent  omnia  junctis 
Phyllida  blanditis  iterum  revocare  tenellis. 
Spina  rofas,  viridans  cerealia  munera  fruges 
Terra  ferat ;  volucrum  refonet  clamoribus  aether 
Blandidulis  •,  pecudum  mugitus  fidera  pulfent. 
Pabula  felices  caprae  genialia  carpant, 
Balantefque  greges  ovium  :  nova  gaudia  vobis 
Ufque  renafcantur,  paftores :  tempora  brumae 
Perpetuum  vernent,  modicifque  caloribus  aeftas 
Suggerat  armento  foecundus  graminis  herbas. 

Talia  dicentem  circumque  gregefque  bovefque, 
Circum  pafiores,  circumque  ftetere  bubulci, 
Ec  lachrymis  maduere  genae :  ferus  ipfe  Cupido 
Ccndoliiit,  caecis  mons  ingemuitque  cavemis. 


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No  !  let  the  tender  blandifhmer.ts  of  all, 
Unite  their  charms  my  Phyllis  to  recal. 
Let  the  rough  thorn  with  fragrant  rofes  blow, 
And  the  green  earth  with  golden  harvefls  glow  ; 
Let  the  foft  air  the  feather'd  fongfters  fill 
With  wood-notes  warbled  from  each  dale  and  hill- 
Let  the  glad  herds  their  joyful  lowings  raife, 
And  blythfome  flocks  in  foodful  pafrures  graze  ; 
Ye  fwains,  for  you  may  pleafures  new  appear, 
And  fpring  perpetual  rule  the  circling  year  ; 
May  winter's  face  with  lading  green  be  crown'd, 
And  gentle  funs  enrich  the  fruitful  ground. 

Thus,    as  he   fung,    the  herdfmen,  flocks  and 
fwains, 
Bedew'd  their  cheeks  to  hear  his  moving  drains  ; 
Cupid  himfdf  (the  favage  archer)  moan'd, 
And  from  its  caves  the  hollow  mountain  groan'd. 


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ELEGY, 


[      io4     ] 

E  L  E  G  % 

To    the    MEMORY    of 

My    beloved    FRIEND, 

Mr.  THOMAS    GODFREY, 

Who  died  near  Wilmington,  North-Carolina, 
Auguft^d,   1763. 

f^\   DEATH!    thou    viftor  of    the  human 
^-^  frame ! 

The  foul's  poor  fabric  trembles  at  thy  name  ! 
How  long  fhall  man  be  urg'd  to  dread  thy  fway, 
For  thofe  whom  thou  untimely  tak'ft  away  ? 
Life's  blooming  fpring  juft  opens  to  cur  eyes, 
And  flrikes  the  fenfes  with  a  fweet  furprize, 
When  thy  fierce  arm  uplifts  the  fatal  blow 
That  hurls  us  breathlefs  to  the  earth  below. 

Sudden,  as  darts  the  lightning  thro'  the  iky, 
Around  the  globe  thy  various  weapons  My. 
Here  war's  red  engines  heap  the  field  with  flain, 
And  pallid  ficknefs  there  extends  thy  reign  -3 
Here  the  foft  virgin  weeps  her  lover  dead, 
There  maiden  beauty  finks  the  graceful  head  ; 


[     io5     ] 

Here  infants  grieve  their  parents  are  no  more, 
There  rev'rend  fires  their  childrens'  deaths  deplore 
Here  the  fad  friend —  O  !  fave  the  facred  name, 
Yields  half  his  foul  to  thy  relentlefs  claim  ; 
O  pardon,   pardon  the  defcending  tear  ! 
Friendfhip  commands,    and  not  the  mufes  here. 
O  fay,  thou  much  lov'd  dear  departed  made, 
To  what  celeftial  region  haft  thou  ftray'd  ? 
Where  is  that  vein  of  thought,  that  noble  fire 
Which  fed  thy  foul,  and  bade  the  world  admire  ? 
That  manly  ftrife  with  fortune  to  be  juft, 
That  love  of  praife  ?  an  honourable  thirfl  ! 
The  Soul,  alas  !  has  fled  to  endlefs  day, 
And  left  its  houfe  a  mould'ring  mafs  of  clay. 

There,  where  no  fears  invade,  nor  ills  mole  ft, 
Thy  foul  (hall  dwell  immortal  with  the  blefl ; 
In  that  bright  realm,  where  deareft  friends  no  more 
Shall  from  each  other's  throbbing  breafts  be  tore, 
Where  all  thofe  glorious  fpirits  fit  enfhrin'd, 
The  juft,  the  good,  the  virtuous  of  mankind. 
There  fhall  fair  angels  in  a  radiant  ring, 
And  the  great  Son  of  heav'n's  eternal  King, 
Proclaim  thee  welcome  to  the  blifsful  fkies, 
And  wipe  the  tears  for  ever  from  thy  eyes. 

P  How 


How  did  we  hope — >  alas !  the  hope  how  vain  ! 
To  hear  thy  future  more  enripen'd  (train  ; 
When  fancy's  fire  with  judgment  had  combin'd 
To  guide  each  effort  of  th'  enraptur'd  mind. 
Yet  are  thofe  youthful  glowing  lays  of  thine 
The  emanations  of  a  foul  divine  ; 
Who  heard  thee  fino-  but  felt  fweet  mufic's  dart 
In  thrilling  tranfports  pierce  his  captiv'd  heart  ? 
Whether  foft  melting  airs  attun'd  thy  fong, 
Or  pleas'd  to  pour  the  thundring  verfe  along, 
Still  nobly  great,  true  offspring  of  the  Nine, 
Alas  !  how  blafted  in  thy  glorious  prime  ! 
So  when  firfl  opes  the  eye-lids  of  the  morn, 
A  radiant  purple  does  the  heav'ns  adorn, 
Frefh  fmiling  glory  ftreaks  the  fkies  around, 
And  gaily  filvers  each  enamel'd  mound, 
Till  fome  black  ftorm  o'erclouds  the  aether  fair, 
And  all  its  beauties  vanifn  into  air. 

Stranger,  who  e'er  thou  art,  by  fortune's  hand 
Toft  on  the  baleful  Carolinian  flrand, 
Oh  !  if  thou  feeft  perchance  the  Poet's  grave, 
The  facred  fpot  with  tears  of  forrow  lave  ; 
Oh  !  made  it,  made  it  with  ne'er-fading  bays. 
Hallow'dS  the  place  where  gentle  Godfrey  lays. 
(So  may  no  fudden  dart  from  death's  dread  bow 
Far  from  the  friends  thou  lovTt  e'er  lay  thee  low) 

m  A  There 


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There  may  the  weeping  morn  its  tribute  brings 
And  angels  fhield  it  with  their  golden  wing, 
Till  the  kit  trump  fhall  burft  the  womb  of  night, 
And  the  purg'd  atoms  to  their  foul  unite ! 

O&ober  1,  1763. 


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Pa  TO 


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t  d 
BENJAMIN  FRANKLIN,  Esq;    L.  L.  D. 

Occafioned  by  hearing  him  play  on  the  Harmonica. 

IN  grateful  wonder  loft,  long  had  we  view'd 
Each  gen'rous  aft  thy  patriot-foul  purfu'd  j 
Our  Little  State  refounds  thy  juft  applaufe, 
And,  pleas'd,  from   thee  new   fame  and    honour 

draws  -> 
In  thee  thofe  various  virtues  are  combin'd, 
That  form  the  true  pre-eminence  of  mind. 

What  wonder  ftruck  us  when  we  did  furvey 
The  lambent  lightnings  innocently  play, 
And  down  thy  *  rods  beheld  the  dreaded  fire 

In  a  fvvift  flame  defcend and  then  expire  ; 

While  the  red  thunders,  roaring  loud  around, 
Burft    the   black   clouds,  and   harmlefs  fmite  the 
ground, 

*  Alluding  to  his  noble  difcovery  of  the  ufe  of  Pointed  Rods 
of  metal  for  faying  houfes  from  damage  by  lightning. 

Bleft 


[     io9     ] 

Bleft  ufe  of  art !  apply'd  to  ferve  mankind, 
The  noble  province  of  the  fapient  mind  ! 
For  this  the  foul's  bed  faculties  were  giv'n, 
To  trace  great  nature's  laws  from  earth  to  heav'n  ! 

Yet  not  thefe  themes  alone  thy  thoughts  com- 
mand, 
Each  (ofter  fcience  owns  thy  foftering  hand  ; 
Aided  by  thee,  Urania's  heav'nly  art, 
'With  finer  raptures  charms  the  feeling  heart ; 
Th'  Harmonica  fhalljoin  the  facred  choir, 
Frefh  tranfports  kindle,  and  new  joys  infpire 

Hark  !  the  foft  warblings,   founding  fmooth  and 
clear, 
Strike  with  celeflial  ravifhment  the  ear, 
Conveying  inward,  as  they  fweetly  roll, 
A  tide  of  melting  mufic  to  the  foul  ; 
And  fure  if  aught  of  mortal-moving  drain, 
Can  touch  with  joy  the  high  angelic  train, 
*Tis  this  enchanting  inftrument  of  thine, 
Which  fpeaks  in  accents  more  than  half  divine  I 


On 


no 


On    the  jEOLIAN   HARP. 

SWEET    Zephyr  leave  th'  enamel'd  plain, 
And  hither  wave  thy  gentle  wing  j 
Would'ft  thou  out-rival  Orpheus'  drain, 
O  hafte  and  touch  this  trembling  firing. 

The  balmy-breathing  power  obeys, 


'Tis  his  my  (tenderer/*  to  claim  •, 
He  comes,  and  o'er  its  bofom  plays, 
And  rapture  wakes  the  (lender  frame  ! 

The  tender,  melting  notes  of  love, 
The  foul  in  foothing  murmurs  ileal  -, 

Low  as  the  languor-breathing  dove, 
That,  lonefome,  coos  her  plaintive  tale. 

Hark  !  what  founds  of  pleafing  pain, 
Deep  as  fome  bleeding  lovers  lay, 

Sad  as  the  cygnet's  moving  flrain, 
When  on  the  more  me  dies  away. 

A  nobler  gale  now  fweeps  the  wire, 
The  hollow  frame  refponfive  rings, 

Loud  as  when  angels  ftrike  the  lyre, 
Sweet  as  the  heav'nlv  chorus  fings. 


And 


[  III  ] 

And  hark  !   the  numbers  roll  along, 
Majeftically  fmooth  and  clear, 

Like  Philomel's  enchanting  fong, 
The  notes  mellifluous  pierce  the  ear. 


Thus  as  the  varying  accents  flow, 

Each  paffion  feels  th'  accordant  round 

TIL  lifts  the  foul,  that  finks  it  low, 
We  feem  to  tread  on  fairy  ground. 


xxxx 

x  -< 


An 


[       »*       ] 


An  EPISTLE   to   MIR  A. 


HO  W  flow  to  him  who  feels  the  fmart  of  love 
Time's  leaden  hours  to  fweet  pofTefiion  move  ! 
His  wing'd  defires  out-ftrip  each  tardy  morn  ; 
Eager  he  cries —  long-wim'd  for  day  be  born, 
When  to  my  heart  foft  vows  mall  Mira  tie, 
And  love's  own  laws  the  prieft  mall  fanclify  ! 
Dull  lingering  days  revolve,    and  nights  fucceed, 
And  (till  on  love's  fond  dreams  I  haplefs  feed. 
The  throbs  of  pafiion,  and  the  heart-felt  pain, 
The  hope  far  diftant,  and  the  longing  vain  ; 
The  figh  unfeigned,  the  bofom's  troublous  fwell — - 
Ah  !  what  are  thefe  ? —  fay  lovers,   ye  can  tell ! 

What  fhall  divide  the  pair  whom  love  hath  join'd, 
And  heaven  hath  form'd  with  fympathy  of  mind  ? 
Shall  grov'ling  fortune  bafely  interpofe, 
To  part  thofe  hearts  where  mutual  pafiion  glows  ? 

Forbid  it  love  ! -  For  raiment,  houfe  and  food, 

Thefe  brows  fhall  be  with  honed  fvveat  bedew'd. 
Early  each  morn  I'll  wake  the  cherub  healthy 
And  cheerful  induftry's  bed  prize  is  wealth  $ 

We'll 


L     "3     1 

We'll  bound  our  wimes  in  a  temp'rate  round, 
Yet  fhall  our  table  be  with  plenty  crown'd  ; 
No  friend,   nor  ftranger,   will  we  fend  away 
Without  a  meal,  and  glafs,    difcreetly  gay  -9 
Neat  elegance  fhall  deck  our  little  (lore, 
And  fair  ceconomy  fhall  keep  the  door  ; 
How  fhall  the  proud  with  wonder  then  behold 
Our  blifsful  lives  without  a  hoard  of  gold  ! 

Oh  then  !    my  Mira,  love-infpiring  fair, 
Who  with  thy  fwain  fhould  then  in  blifs  compare  ? 
Not  only  that  thy  beauty's  pleafmg  charms 
Shall  fire  my  panting  foul  with  love's  alarms  ; 
Nor  that  thy  cheek  which  fhames  the  peach's  bloom, 
And  ruby  lips  that  breathe  divine  perfume, 
Enchant  me  ail  ;  nor  yet  thy  fpotlek  bread, 
Which  gently  heaves,   can  make  me  wholly  bleft. 
'Tis  that  thy  manners,  void  of  guile  and  art, 
Speak  the  internal  goodnefs  of  thy  heart  -, 
>Tis  that  thy  fweetnefs  heightens  ev'ry  grace, 
And  dove-like  innocence  adorns  thy  face. 
'Tis  that  thy  foul  is  warm'd  with  virtue's  fire, 
Merit  can  love,  and  real  worth  admire  ! 
Can  view  a  coxcomb's  tinfel  and  defpife, 
And  fenfe,   without  a  *  figure,    truly  prize. 

*  But  to  the  world  no  bugbear  is  fo  great, 

As  want  of  figure  and  a  fmall  eftate.  Tope. 

Q^  Can 


C     "4     1 

Can  with  thy  lover  feel  unfeign'd  defire, 
And  own  that  paflion  which  thy  charms  infpire. 
Nor  blufh  at  thefe,  thou  deareft,  lovely  maid  ; 
Thefe  fhall  attract,  when  beauty's  bloom  fhall  fade ; 
When  all  the  radiance  of  thy  form  mail  die, 
Thefe,  withfrefh  luftre,  fhall  thy  age  fupply  ; 
Enhance  our  love  when  fprightly  youth  is  pad, 
Improve  with  years,  and  all  our  lives  fhall  lad, 


*A.  /R  .-••'••.  /f\s\ 


AN 


[     »5    3 

% 

A    N 

ORATION 

O    N 

SCIENCE. 

Spoken  at  a  Performance  of  Solemn  Music  and 
Oratory,  in  the  Hall  of  the  College  0/ Phila- 
delphia. 

IN  Wifdom's  lore  the  tender  mind  to  frame, 
The  youthful  bread  to  fire  with  virtue's  flame, 
The  thoughts  to  raife,  the  paffions  to  control, 
And  plant  each  godlike  purpofe  in  the  foul ; 
To  Science  this  illuftrious  field's  aflign'd, 
To  beam  the  rays  of  knowledge  o'er  mankind  ; 
For  this  were  plan'd  the  noble  laws  of  art, 
TJ  unfold  the  embrio  powers  of  the  heart ; 
To  guide  each  movement  to  its  native  goal, 
Andfcan  the  fyftems  of  this  mighty  whole  ! 

Q^2  '  Heav'n 


L     !I&     J 

Heav'n  has  on  man  the  reafoning  gift  beftow'd, 
And  in  his  bread  fublime  ideas  fow'd  ; 
But  as  it  fares  with  rich  luxuriant  land, 
When  left  to  chance,  nor  tilPd  by  culture's  hand, 
For  fragrant  flowers  the  rankling  weeds  arife, 
Poifon  the  plains  and  all  their  charms  difguife  ♦, 
So  when  the  thoughts  are  in  a  lawlefs  (late, 
Which  in  the  mind's  fair  garden  vegetate, 
Soon  (hall  intentions  foul  pollute  the  bread, 
Like  noxious  weeds  that  flow'ry  lawns  infeft. 

Not  more  diftinguim'd  in  creation's  chain 
Is  man,  by  reafon,  o'er  the  beftial  train, 
Than  man  from  man,   by  education  made, 
When  native  fenfe  by  Science  is  array'd, 
When  ev'ry  faculty  matur'd  by  (kill, 
Obeys  the  dictates  of  the  fapient  will  ; 
Then,  led  by  Science^  fancy  wings  her  flight 
Round  the  wide  world,  or  to  the  realms  of  light, 
Extracting  wifdom  from  each  fcene  below, 

Or  (baring  'mid  the  radiant  planets  glow  ; 

Where,  wonder  (truck  ! —  (he  finds  their  fparkling 

rays, 
But  bright  reflections  from  the  folar  blaze  ! 
And  views  with  (teady  eye  thofe  wandering  (tars, 
That  fright  the  world  with  prodigies  and  wars  ! 

By 


[     "7    3 

By  Science  youthful  minds  are  taught  to  know, 
What  to  their  God,  their  Country,  Friends,  they  owe ; 
Life's  glorious  fcope,  and  whence  it  firft  began, 
What  iprings  direct  the  Microcofm,  Man  ; 
What  bids  a  favage  like  a  fage  to  mine, 
Or  makes  an  *  Attila  an  f  Antonine  ; 
All  that  ennobles  man's  exalted  race, 
All  that  Religion,  Virtue,  Truth,  embrace  ! 
'Tis  her's  with  loftier  feelings  to  infpire, 
And  fit  a  mortal  for  the  heavenly  choir  ! 

*  The  tyrannical  King  of  the  Hunns. 
f  Marcus  Aurelius  Antoninus,    equally  fam'd  for   his   cle- 
mency and  phijofophy. 


&3 


VERSES, 


C      MS     ] 

VERSES, 

ADDRESSED    TO    THE 
TRUSTEES  of  the  C  o  l  l  e  g  e  and  Academy 

O  F 
PHILADELPHIA.' 

Written  and  pronounced  as  an  Exercife  at  the  Public 
Commencement,  May  30,  1765,  on  taking  the  De- 
gree of  M.   A.  in  f aid  College. 

^HP  w  A  s  nob]y  donc !  the  Mufe's  fcat  t0 

-*■  raife 

In  this  fair  land,  and  earn  immortal  praife  ! 
To  civilize  our  firft  fam'd  fires  began, 
•'Twas  yours  to  profecute  the  glorious  plan  ; 
They  peopled  deitrts  with  unwearied  toil, 
Eftablifh'd  laws  and  till'd  the  fruitful  foil  ; 
'Twas  yours  to  call  in  each  refining  art, 
T'  improve  the  manners  and  exalt  the  heart ; 
To  train  the  rifing  race  in  wifdom's  lore, 
And  teach  them  virtue's  iummit  to  explore. 

What  land  than  this  can  choicer  bleflings  claim, 
Where  facred  liberty  has  fixt  her  name  •, 

Where 


[     "9     ] 

Where  o'er  each  field  gay  Plenty  fpreads  her  flcre, 
Free  as  yon  *  river  laves  the  winding  fhore  ; 
Where  active  Trade  pours  forth  her  jovial  train 
O'er  the  green  boibm  of  the  boundleis  main  -3 
Where  honeil  Industry's  bright  tools  relbund, 
And  Peace  her  olive  fcepter  waves  around  ? 
Tofuch  a  ftatefair  Science  to  convey, 
And  beam  afar  the  philofophic  day  ; 
To  make  our  native  treafur.es  doubly  bled, 
Was  fure  a  fcheme  to  (ire  each  worthy  bread  ; 
Was  fit  for  gen'rous  patriots  to  purfue, 
Was  fit  for  learning's  patrons and  for  you  ! 

As  from  ihe  eafl  yon  orb  firft  darts  his  ray 
O'er  heav'ns  blue  vault,  and  weft  ward  bends  hi$ 

way, 
So  Science  in  the  orient  climes  begun, 
And,  like  bright  Sol,  a  weftern  circuit  run  ; 
From  eaflern  realms  to  Greece  was  learning  brought, 
What  e'er  Pythagoras  or  Cadmus  taught  ; 
Her  form  illuflrious  Athens  did  illume, 
And  rais'd  the  genius  of  imperial  Rome  ; 
From  Latium's  plains  me  fought  Britannia's  fhore, 
And  bid  her  barb'rous  fons  be  rude  no  more  ; 

*  The  Delaware, 

Fierce 


[       120      ] 

Fierce  nations  roam'd  around  the  rugged  ifle, 
Till  Science  on  its  fields  began  to  fmile  •, 
Fair  Cam  and  Ifis  heard  no  mufe's  drains, 
Their  fhades  were  trod  by  wolves  and  fiercer  Danes, 
Till  with  the  Arts  AuguflaS  grandeur  rofe, 
And  her  loud  thunder  fhook  the  deep's  rcpofe. 
Juft  fo,  in  time  (if  right  the  Mufe  defcries) 
Shall  this  wide  realm  with  tow  ry  cities  rife  ; 
The  fpacious  Delaware,  thro'  future  fong, 
Shall  roll  in  deathlefs  majefty  along  ; 
Each  grove  and  mountain  mall  be  facred  made, 
As  now  is  Cooper's  hill  and  Windfor's  fhade. 

Flufh'd  with  the  thought  I'm  borne  td  ages  hence, 
The  mufe-wrought  vifion  rufhes  on  my  fenfe. 
Methinks  Messiah's  enfign  I  behold 
In  the  deep  gloom  of  yonder  {hades  unroll'd, 
And  hear  the  Gofpel's  filver  clarion  found, 
Roufing  with  heav'nly  drains  the  heathen  round  ; 
Methinks  I  hear  the  nations  fhout  aloud, 
And  to  the  glory-beaming  dandard  crowd  ; 
New  infpirations  make  each  trembling  frame, 
The  Pak.aclete  pours  forth  the  lambent  flame, 
In  renovating  dreams  on  ev'ry  foul, 
While  through  their  breads  celedial  tranfports  roll. 

Stupendous 


[       121       ] 

Stupendous  change  !    mcthinks  th'  effects  appear  ; 
In  the  dark  region  facred  temples  rear 
Their  lofty  heads  ;  fair  cities  ftrike  my  fight, 
And  heav'n-taught  Science  fpreads  a  dazzling  light 
O'er  the  rough  fcene,  where  error's  court  was  found, 
And  red-ey'd  (laughter  crimfon'd  all  the  ground. 

O  hafte,  bleft  days  !  till  ignorance  flee  the  ball, 
And  the  bright  rays  of  knowledge  lighten  all, 
Till  in  yon  wild  new  feats  of  Science  rife, 
And  fuch  as  you  the  arts  mail  patronize  ! 
For  this  your  names  fhall  fvvell  the  trump  of  fame, 
And  ages  yet  unborn  your  worth  proclaim. 


R  EPITAPH, 


[        122       ] 

EPITAPH, 

In    MEMORY    of 

Mrs.  MARGARET   R  O  B  I N S  0  N, 

WIFE    OF 

C  a  p  t.      JAMES     ROBINSON, 

Who  died  March    22,     1765,    and  was    buried  in 
St.  Catharine's  Church,   London. 

THOU,    who    within    thefe   hailow'd  walls 
(halt  move, 
Know  that  this  (lone  was  fix'd  by  gen'rous  love ; 
A  hufband's  fondeft  hopes  beneath  it  re(V, 
A  wife,  in  whom  fair  virtue  flood  confeft  -, 
In  whom  fweet  love,   and  mild  compaiTion  join'd, 
With  each  foft  grace  that  decks  the  female  mind  ; 
A  wife  who  never  gave  her  hufband  pain, 
But  when  pale  death  had  rank'd  her  with  the  flain ! 
What  focthing  joys  her  goodnefs  did  impart, 
Ah  !    read  them  in  her  partner's  broken  heart ! 
Think,  in  his  grief,  thou  feed  her  virtues  rife, 
And  pity's  ftreams  mall  foon  o'erflow  thine  eyes  ! 

To 


C       123      ] 

To    C     L     A    R     I     N     D     A. 

May    20,    1768. 

I. 

QOFT  breathing  o'er  the  velvet  green, 

Is  felt  the  heart-reviving  gale  ; 
Gay  Spring  unfolds  the  blooming  (bene, 
The  budding  grove  and  fcented  vale. 

II. 

The  orchard's  fweets,  the  garden's  flowers, 
The  brook  that  babbles  thro'  the  plain, 

The  bladed  lawns  and  blofTom'd  bowers, 
The  wild  notes  of  the  feather'd  train — 

III. 

In  vain  their  matchlefs  charms  unite, 

Poetic  rapture  to  diffufe  -, 
1  view  them  with  a  calm  delight, 

But  uninfpir'd  remains  the  mufe. 

IV. 

Too  dull  I  grow  to  fport  in  rhime, 
No  rapt'rous  warmth  elates  my  foul  5 

No  more  the  mufe's  hill  I  climb, 
Nor  in  bright  fancy's  chariot  roll. 

R  2  V.  The 


[       124      ] 

V. 

The  glories  of  the  vernal  year, 
The  luflre  of  the  female  form, 

Could  once  awake  the  fprightly  air, 
And  all  my  foul  with  tranfport  warm. 

VI. 

But,  now  transform'd  to  hermit  grave, 
Thefe  radiant  profpecls  languid  feem, 

I  haunt  no  more  the  flow'ry  cave, 
Nor  loll  afide  the  plaintive  ftream. 

VII. 

Th'  enchanting  pow'r  of  verfe  no  more 
In  fweet  Elyfium  wraps  my  heart  ; 

O'er  heaps  of  mufty  profe  I  pore, 
Forgetful  of  the  Mufe's  art. 

VIII. 

What  then  can  re-illume  my  bread, 
And  light  the  long  neglected  fire, 

When  Nature's  landfcape  gaily  dreft, 
Can  fcarce  a  glowing  thought  infpire  ? 


IX.  When 


[    f*S    ] 

IX. 

When  e'en  Clarinda's  winning  charms, 
But  half  excites  the  fprightly  ftrain  ; 

Tho'  form'd  to  raife  love's  foft  alarms, 
And  rank'd  in  beauty's  lucid  train. 

X. 

Yet  though  thefe  flatt'ring  themes  no  more, 
Allure  the  moral  bard  to  flray, 

Still  mail  the  Mufe  a  theme  explore, 
Deferving  of  her  choiceft  lay. 

XL 

Good-nature  fhall  new  firing  the  lyre, 
Which  marks  Cl  a  rind  a  for  her  own  ; 

Clarinda's  Beauty  all  admire, 
I  praife  her  for  this  charm  alone. 


THE 


[       "6       ] 

THE 

MORNING  INVITATION, 

To    Two   T  0  U  N  G     LADIESat    the 
Gloucester    Spring. 


SE  QU  ESTER'D  from  the  city's  noife, 
Its  tumults  and  fantaftic  joys, 
•Fair  nymphs  and  fwains  retire, 
Where  Delaware's  far  rolling  tide, 
Majeftic  winds  by  Glo'fter's  fide, 

Whofe  fnades  new  joys  infpire. 

II. 

There  innocence  and  mirth  refort, 
And  round  its  banks  the  graces  fport, 
Young  love,  delight  and  joy  ; 
Bright  blufhing  health  unlocks  his  fprings, 
Each  grove  around  its  fragrance  flings, 
With  fweets  that  never  cloy. 

III. 

Soon  as  from  out  the  orient  main, 
The  fun  afcends  th'  etherial  plain, 

Bepcarling 


[     W    1 

Bepearling  ev'ry  lawn  •, 
Wild  warbling  wood-notes  float  around, 
While  echo  doubles  ev'ry  found, 

To  hail  the  gladfome  dawn. 

IV. 

Now  Celia  with  thy  Cloe  rife, 
Ye  fair  unlock  thofe  radiant  eyes, 

Nor  more  the  pillow  prefs  ; 
Now  rife  and  tafte  of  vernal  blifs, 
Romantic  dreams  and  deep  difmifs, 

New  joys  your  fenfe  fnall  blefs. 

V. 

Whether  along  the  velvet  green, 
Adorning  all  the  fylvan  fcene, 

The  fair  incline  to  ftray  -, 
Where  lofty  trees  o'erihade  the  wave, 
And  Zephyrs  leave  their  fecret  cave, 

Along  the  dreams  to  play. 

VI. 

There  lovely  views  the  *  river  crown, 
Woods,  meadows,  (hips,  yon  f  fpiry  town, 

Where  wit  and  beauty  reign  •, 
Where  Cloe  and  fair  Celia's  charms, 
Fill  many  a  youth  with  love's  alarms, 

Sweet  pleafure,  mix'd  with  pain. 

*  Delaware.  f  Philadelphia. 

VII.  Or 


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VII. 

Or  whether  o'er  the  fields  ye  trip, 
At  yon  falubrious  J  fount  to  fip, 

Immur'd  in  darkfome  fhade  ; 
Around  whofe  fides  ||  magnolias'  bloom, 
Whofe  filver  blofibms  deck  the  gloom, 

And  fcent  the  fpicy  glade. 

VIII. 

Thefe  are  Aurora's  rural  fweets 


Frelh  dew-drops,  flowers  and  green  retreats, 

Perfume  the  balmy  air  ; 
Rife  then  and  greet  the  netf-born  day, 
Rife,  fair  ones,  join  the  linnet's  lay, 

And  Nature's  pleafures  (hare. 

IX. 

So  mail  gay  health  your  cheeks  adorn, 
With  blufhes  fweeter  than  the  morn, 

And  freili  as  early  day  •, 
And  then,  that  Glo'fter  is  the  place, 
To  add  to  beauty's  brighter!:  grace, 

The  world  around  fliall  fay. 


%  The  chalybeate  fpring  near  Gloucefter. 

!|  The  laurel-leaved  tulip  tree.  This  beautiful  tree  is  one  of 
the  greateft  ornaments  of  the  American  woods,  of  which  it  is  a 
native. 

FRAGMENTS, 


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FRAGMENTS, 

AND 

Unfinished    POEMS. 

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O  n     T     I     M     E. 

OT  I  M  E  !  dill  urging  to  eternity, 
In  thy  deep  womb  the  world's  vail  actions 
lie— 
Thy  hours  ftill  whirl  us  on  in  full  career, 
Day  following  day,  and  year  fucceeding  year  ; 
Old  moments  ending  as  the  new  ones  rife — 
For  thy  firft  child,  Succejfwn,    never  dies  ; 
But  all  things  human  own  thy  fov'reign  pow'r, 
Juft  live  and  die —  a  thoufand  in  an  hour. 

Kings,  empires,  thrones  and  nations  fade  away, 
And  others  ftill  fucceed  as  they  decay  ; 

S       •  Fair 


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Fair  peace  and  horrid  war  (till  rule  by  turns, 
With  love  and  rage  the  world,  alternate,  burns  *, 
And  thus  the  fame  rotation  fhall  be  feen, 
Till  confummation  fhuts  this  earthly  fcene  ! 

What  then  avails  t*  invoke  the  facred  Nine, 
Or  humbly  bend  us  at  the  Mufe's  fhrine, 
When  we,  together  with  our  loftieft  rhime, 
Shrink  to  oblivion,  at  one  blah:  of  Time  i 


INTRODUCTION 

TO        A 

NIGH     T   -   P    I    E    C    E. 

HUSH'D  was  the  air,  the  howling  winds 
were  (till, 
And  icy  fetters  bound  each  filver  rill  ; 
Old  Night  her  raven  mantle  caft  around, 
And  Spectres  rofe  from  confecrated  ground  •, 

The 


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The  full  orb'd  moon  a  pallid  lnftre  fhed, 
And  o'er  each  fcene  a  livelier  horror  fpread. 

'Twas  then  afide  the  frozen  Delaware, 
(To  the   bleak  north,  her  bofom,  heaving,  bare) 
Revolving  various  troubles  in  her  mind, 
Fair  Pennfylvania's  genius  fad  reclin'd, 
Her  olive  crown,  fcarce  cleans'd  from  reeking  gore, 
She  dafh'd,  indignant,  on  the  flinty  more  •, 
Then,  forrowful,  fhe  turn'd  her  briny  eyes. 
To  where  her  Capital's  proud  turrets  rife. 

Thus,  as  fhe  refted  on  a  bank  of  fnow, 
Breathing  deep  fighs,  and  loft  in  fpeechlefs  woe  ; 
Sudden,  a  folemn  murmur  fill'd  the  air, 
And  rous'd  the  Goddefs  from  her  trance  of  care.— 


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SEA-PIECE. 


I. 

WH  A  T  folemn  awe  pervades  my  wond'ring 
'    foul, 
While  o'er  the  deep  I  caft  my  (training  eye  ? 
Around  me,  waves  on  waves,  ftupendous  roll, 
And,  mounting,  feem  to  meet  the  bending  fky. 

II. 

Whether  the  rofy-fringed  dawn  I  view, 
Purpling  the  golden  eaft  with  infant  light, 

While  the  red  fun  yet  drinks  the  falling  dew, 
And  diffipates  the  lazy  fhades  of  night  -, 

III. 

Or  whether,  mounted  in  his  glitt'ring  car, 
He  darts  meridian  fplendor  o'er  the  main  ; 

Or  finking  fofter  down  the  weftern  air, 

He  clothes  with  crimfon  clouds  th'  etherial  plain  -, 

IV.  The 


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IV. 

The  heavens  and  ocean  (till  my  vifion  bound, 
Nor  other  object  fave  what  they  difpenfe  -, 

Within  the  vaft  circumference  is  found, 

To  charm  the  heart,  or  roufe  the  eager  fenfe. 

V. 

Yet  ftill  the  man,  by  Nature's  grandeur  fir'd, 
Whom  Heav'n's  inimitable  works  can  pleafe  ; 

Will  feel  his  foul  with  gen'rous  thoughts  infpir'd, 
Struck  with  the  pow'r  that  form'd  thofe  awful 
fea-s. 

VI. 

How   fweet  the  morn,   when   zephyrs   round   us 
fweep, 

And  in  the  eaft,  with  blufhing  beauty  gay, 
Bright  Sol  emerging  from  the  pearly  deep, 

Leads  on,  in  dazzling  majefty  the  day  ? 

VII. 

The  orient  billow.s  feem  one  living  blaze ; 

The  grey  mills  rife,    with  amber  fkirted  o'er, 
And  float  afar  before  the  folar  rays, 

Collecting,  in  their  march  the  Ihowery  (lore. 

VIII.  Along 


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VIII. 

Along  the  boundlefs  aether,  light,  they  fail* 
Remoteft  regions  feel  their  kindly  aid  ; 

Or,  on  the  hills  they  break,  or  lowly  vale 
Refrefh,   and  fructify  the  thirfty  glade. 

IX. 

Then,   in  meand'ring  ftreams,  they  prattling  glide, 
Wat'ring  the  green  favannahs  in  their  courfe  ; 

And  fwell  the  river's  oft  revolving  tide, 

And  mingle,  foaming,  with  their  native  fource. 

X. 

Oft  when,  in  filent  calm,  the  noon-day  beam 
Reflects  its  glory  down  heav'n's  azure  deep, 

Through   the  clear  waves,    refplendent    dolphins 
gleam, 
And  whales,  enormous,  gambol  round  the  deep. 

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Oft  in  this  wat'ry  region  fifh  are-found, 
Refembling  animals  of  earthly  form  ; 

Here,  in  black  droves,  the  nimble  *  fea-hogs  bound, 
Omen  to  mariners  of  coming  ftorm.— - 

*  Porpoifc. 

TO 


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T  O 

MELANCHOLY. 

COME,  thou  Queen  of  penfive  air, 
In  thy  fable,  footed  car, 
By  two  mournful  turtles  drawn — 
Let  me  meet  thee  on  yon  lawn, 
With  decent  veftments  wrapt  around, 
And  thy  brows  with  cyprefs  bound  ! 
Quickly  come,    thou  fober  dame, 
And  thy  mufing  Poet  claim. 
Bear  me,   where  thou  lov'ft  to  rove, 
In  the  deep,  dark,  folemn  grove  ; 
Where,  on  banks  of  velvet  green, 
Peace,  with  Silence,  ftill  is  feen  ; 
And  Leifure,  at  the  fultry  noon, 

On  flowry  carpet  flings  him  down 

There,  fweet  Queen  !  Til  fing  thy  pleafures 

In  euthufiaftic  meafures, 

And  found  thy  praife  thro'  the  lone  vale, 

Refponfive  to  the  hollow  gale  ; 

The  murm'ring  rills  mall  ipread  it  round, 

And  grottoes  the  wild  notes  rebound. 


Beginning 


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Beginning     of    a     POEM, 

O  N    T  H  E 
Passion  ^Resurrection  ^/CHRIST. 

NO  W  came  the  hour,  th'  important  hour, 
When  Heav'n's  eternal  S  o  n, 
(Who  deign'd  the  flefhly  form  to  wear, 
And  all  our  fins  and  troubles  bear) 
His  facred  blood  for  man  muft  pour, 
By  Satan's  wiles  undone. 
O  Thou  I  all-hallow'd  Spirit,  hear  ! 

Infpirer  of  the  prophets  old, 
Who  tun'd  the  royal  David's  ear, 

When  thro'  his  bread  fweet  tranfports  roll'd  ; 
TIiouParaclete  divine,  o'er-rule  my  humble  lyre? 
And  touch  a  mortal  bread  with  thy  celedial  fire  ; 
For  all  in  vain 
We  wake  the  drain, 
Our  gratitude  to  prove 
And  ling  Messiah's  love, 

Unlefs  thy  holy  flame  our  frozen  hearts  infpire. — - 
*****     *     * 

A  N 


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A     N 

INVOCATION, 

For  the  Return  of  Spring  •,  March  17th,  1760. 

I. 

YE  fouthern  gales,  that  fan  Peruvian  groves, 
With  gentle  am'rous  wing, 
Awhile  fufpend  your  tender  loves, 
And  chide  the  lok'rer  fpring  ! 
O  gently  chide  th'  unkind  delay, 
That  keeps  the  fifmph  fo  long  away 
From  northern  climes,  whofe  drooping  fwains 
Long  to  hail  her  on  their  frozen  plains. 

II. 

Where'er  the  ling'ring  maid  you  find, 

By  dream  or  vocal  grove, 
Around  her  waift  foft  ofiers  bind 
That  fhe  may  ceafe  to  rove, 
Then  fwiftly  ply  your  rapid  wing, 
The  captive  fair-one  hither  bring, 
That  all  our  fields  in  renovated  charms  may  fmile, 
And  flow'rs  unnumher'd  deck  the  loofen'd  foil. 

T  HI.  All 


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III. 

&11  nature  mourns  thee,  blooming  fair — 

No  more  the  ftreams  delight ; 
No  more  embroider'd  vales  appear, 

To  check  the  wand'ring  fight. 
E'en  Phaebus  darts  a  fickly  ray, 

And  pours  a  dull  dejected  day, 
Refufing  to  difpenfe  his  fplendid  beams 
To  loofe  the  frozen  glebe,  and  thaw  the  icy  dreams. 

IV. 

Yet  fad  Canadia's  fons,  with  dread, 

Still  court  the  wintry  gloom  •, 
For  froft  and  fnow  on  them  mbre  pleafure  fried, 

Than  thy  enliv'ning  bloom  ! 
With  eyes  aghaft,  they  view  the  plain 

Portending  thy  approaching  reign, 
And  wifh  St.  Lawrence  ftreams  may  never  flow, 
But,  bound  in  icy  chains,  repel  their  conquering  foe. 

• 

V. 

Not  fuch  the  prayer  of  vet'ran  bands 

Whom  Wolfe  to  glory  led, 
Beneath  whofe  gallant  warlike  hands, 

The  pride  of  Gallia  bled, 

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With  ardent  wifli  for  Spring's  return, 
And  martial  rage,  their  bofoms  burn  * 
Impatient  once  again  the  foe. to  meet, 
And,  in  one  well-fought  field,   their  labours  to 
complete1 


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O     N 

SOLITUDE. 

HAIL  Solitude  !  thou  friend  to  virtue,  hail  \ 
To  me  thy  bliisful  prefence  eft  reveal, 
Left  worldly  fcenes  my  foolifh  heart  enfnare, 
And  all  my  hopes  of  blifs  be  loft  in  air  ! 
The  nobleft  heroes  e'er  the  fun  furvey'd, 
With  joy  approach'd  thy  venerable  fliade  ; 
And  far  from  wifhing  for  the  toys  of  ftatc 
Or  mean  arnufements  of  the  vulgar  great* 
Poflefs'd  their  minds  in  philofophic  eafe, 
Till  nature  ftVd  a  period  to  their  days  ; 
Then  void  of  fear,  each  anxious  thought  fuppreft, 
They  gain'd,  with  joy,  the  land  of  endlefs  reft. 

When  Cynthia,  peerlefs  regent  of  the  night, 
Afcends  her  polifh'd  car  divinely  bright  , 

T  2  Often 


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Often,  with  care  oppreft,  I  penfive  ftray, 
Where  Schuylkill  winds  his  folitary  way ; 
Eeneath  fome  mountain's  wild  romantic  brow, 
iWhofe  pendent  cliffs  alarm  the  flood  below, 
I  lay  me  down — t'indulge  the  folemn  hour, 
And  yield  myfelf  to  contemplation's  pow'r; 
I  feel  the  goddefs  roufe  my  flumb'ring  foul, 
And  all  my  vain  and  wand'ring  thoughts  control; 
Ifeem  to  breathe  on  confecrated  ground, 
And  wifclom  fpeaks  in  ev'ry  object  round  ; 
Each  lcene  delights — the  breeze  that  gently  roves, 
In  hollow  murmurs  thro'  th'  illumin'd  groves, 
The  moon-light  dancing  down  the  trembling  ftreama 
Or  darting  thro'  the  trees  with  fainter  gleam — 
Thefe  and  a  thoufand  charms,  alternate  rife, 
To  wake  fweet  mufing^  and  to  feaft  the  eyes ! 

And   hark!   from  yon   tall  mountain's  cloud- 
wrapt  brow, 
What  notes  majeftic  hither  feem  to  flow  ! 
Angelic  voices,  lutes  melodious,  join, 
To  praife  the  maker  of  this  frame  divine — 
With  voice  diftinct,  they  fay,  or  feem  to  fay, 
"  Who  gave  yon  glorious  orbs  their  bright  array  ? 
"  What  careful  hand  their  golden  lamps  fupplies, 
R  Or  marks  their  courfes  thro'  yon  azure  Ikies  ? 

"  What 


[     Hi    3 

ct  What  wond'rous  pow'r,  amid  the  pathlefs  plain, 

4*  Prevents  confufion  in  their  fparkling  train  ? 

"  'Tis  God  alone" — the  heavenly  chorus  fings— 

"  'Tis  God  alone" — the  wide  empyrean  rings— 

If  heavenly  hofts  with  fuch  devotion  burn, 
What  equal  honours  can  frail  man  return  ? 
Yet,  wake  my  foul,  prepare  the  grateful  lay, 
In  emulation  of  thofe  fons  of  day  ; 
Whofe  glorious  bands,  unfeen  by  mortal  eye, 
Vifit  this  earth,  or  hover  in  the  fky ; 
For  faints  expiring,  tune  the  fiiver  lyre, 
And  thro'  their  doubting  fouls  fweet  confidence 
infpire. 

Hail!  all-Jmproving  (acred folitude I 
Thou  beft  companion  of  the  wife  and  good ! 
Why  fhould  vain  man  from  thy  bleft  prefeace  run, 
And  dWfelf-converfe^  with  fuch  caution,  fhun  ? 
Can  fenfual  pleafures  fo  o'erwhelm  the  mind 
As  not  to  leave  one  trace  of  thought  behind  ? 
Alas  !  they  can — and  hence,  that  ftrange  delight 
In  all  that's  wicked,  empty,  vain  and  light. 
Thy  faithful  mirror  no  falfe  charms  bellows, 
But,  in  juft  colours,  each  affection  lhows 


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If  pure  the  mind,  new  tranfports  feize  the  breaft, 
And  give  a  foretafte  of  celeftial  reft ; 
But  if  foul  vice  fhould  in  the  glafs  appear, 
The  confcious  heart  is  fill'd  with  black  defpair**** 


END     of     the    FRAGMENTS. 

*£*  Since  infer  ting  the  foregoing  Fragments,  which 
were  intended  to  complete  this  fmall  volume  -,  the 
following  pieces  of  the  Author  have  been  communis 
cated^  by  a  friend  in  whofe  hands  they  lay>  frnce 
they  were  atfirft  written. 


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ORPHEUS 


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ORPHEUS 

AND 

E     U     R     Y     D     I     C     E, 

ORPHEUS,  of  old,  as   poets   tell, 
Took  a   fantaftic  trip  to  hell, 
To   feek  his    Wife — as  wifely  guefiing, 
She  mud  be  there,  fince  fhe   was  miffing. 
Downward  he  journey'd,  wond'rous  gay, 
And,    like  a   lark,  fang  -  all  the  way  •, 
The  reafon  was,   or   they   bely'd  him, 
His  yoke-fellow   was  not  befide  him. 
"Whole  grottoes,  as   he  pafs'd  along, 
Danc'd  to  the  mufic  of  his  fong. 
So  have    I  feen,   upon  the  plains, 
A  fiddler  captivate  the   fv 
And  make  them  caper  to  hi: 
To   Pluto's   court  at  laft   he  came, 
Where  the  god  fat   enthron'd  in  flame, 
And  afk'd  if  his  loft   love  was  there, 
Eurydice,  his  darling  fair  ? 
The  fiends,   wh$  lift'ning  round  him  flood, 
At  the  odd  queftion  laugh'd  aloud — 

"  This 


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"  This  muft  fome  mortal  madman  be, 
M  We  fiends   are  happier  far   than  he." 
But  mufic's   founds  o'er  hell   prevail; 
Mod  mournfully  he  tells  his  tale, 
Sooths  with  foft  arts  the   monarch's  pain, 
And  gets  his  bargain   back  again — 
"  Thy  pray'rs  are  heard,"  grim  Pluto  cries, 
"  On  this  condition  take  thy  prize — 
"  Turn   not  thine  eyes  upon  the  fair, 
"  If  once  thou  tum'ft,  fhe  flies  in  air.** 
In  am'rous  chat  they   climb  th'  afcent, 
Orpheus*,  as  order'd,  foremoft  went  •, 
(Tho'  when  two  lovers  downwards  fleer, 
The  man,  as  fit,  falls  in  the  rear.) 
Soon  the  fond  fool  -f  turns  back  his  head, 
Afibon  in  air  his  fpoufe  was  fled. 
If  'twas  defign'd,  'twas  wond'rous   well ; 
But,  if  by  chance,  more  lucky  ftill. 
Happy  the  man,  all  mult  agree, 
Who  once  from   wedlock's   hoofe  gets  free ; 
But  he  who  from  it  twice  is  freed, 
Has  molt   prodigious  luck   indeed  ! 


An 


*  —  Namqus  banc  delerat  Proferphia  legem. 

t H?u>  vittufque  am  mi,  refpexit.     SeeViRG.  GfiOR.6, 

IV.  line  $$6,  gcc.  where  this  ftoryis  'beautifully  told. 


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An  ODE. 

WRITTEN   at    G ME    PARK. 

I. 

HOW  breathes  the  morn  her  incenfe  round, 
And  fweetens  cv'ry  fylvan  fcene  ? 
Wild  warblings  thro'  the  groves  refound, 
And  op'ning  flow'rs  bedeck  the  green, 

II. 

Bright  o'er  the  hills  the  f©lar  ray 
Its  gaily  trembling  radiance  fpreads, 

Pleas'd  on  the  glafiy  fount  to  play, 
And  pearl  the  dew-befp angled  meads, 


III. 


How   fwect   this  hour  the   fields   to  rove, 
When   Nature  fheds  her   charms  profufe; 

Or  hide   me  in  th'  embow'ring  grove, 
And  court  the  thought-infpiring  Mufe  ? 

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IV. 

What  joy,  afide  the  plaintive  fount, 
DifTolv'd  in  pleafing  thought,  to  (tray* 

And  fwift  on  Fancy's  wing  to  mount, 
And  tread  the  bright  ethereal  way  ? 

V. 

Thus  mufing  o'er  the  charming  plains, 
(Where  G — me  the  juft  and  good  retires.. 

Where  Laura  breathes  her  tender  (trains, 
Whom  ev'ry  graceful  mufe  infpires) 

VI. 

Young  Damon  pour'd  his  artlefs  lay, 

Beam'd  from  imagination's  light, 
When  fudden  from  the  realms  of  day, 

A  form  of  glory  (truck  his  fight. 

VII. 

Wifdomh  grave  matron,  from  the  ikies, 
Before  the  trembling  youth  appear'd, 

(Tho'  feen    but  by    poetic  eyes) 

And  thus  to  fpeak  the  dame  was  heard. 

VIII.    Wouldft 


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VIII. 

Would'ft  thou,  O  youth,  thefe  fcenes  enjoy  > 
The  folemn  grove  and  fragrant  lawn, 

And  pleafure  tafte  without  alloy, 

Wake  jolly  Health   at  early  dawn. 

IX. 

Banifh  Ambition  from  thy  breaft, 

And  fordid-minded  Avarice  fly  ; 
Nor  let   pale  Spleen   thy  eafe  infeft, 

Nor  gloomy  Sorrow  cloud  thine  eye. 


X. 

Thy  heart  an  off 'ring  nobly  yield 
At  Virtue's  high  exalted  fhrine  \ 

Thy   foul   let  Resolution   fhield, 

And  e'er   to  dove-ey'd   Peace  incline. 

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Let  Cheerfulnefs,   with   placid  mein, 
Hold  a  firm  empire  o'er  thy  heart, 

And  fweet  Content  fhall  ceafelefs  .reign, 
And  never-ending  blifs  impart. 


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XII.  Then 


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XII. 

Then  fhall  th'  immortal  Nine  unfold 

What  fweets  the  fylvan  fcenes  can  givej 

In  heav'n  thy  name  fliall  be   enroll'd, 
And   others  learn  like  thee  to  live. 


®®®®®®»®®®®®®®®«®®®®®®®®» 

Some  Lines  o»/    of  M  r.  P  O  P  E '  s 
ELOISE     to     ABELARD. 


"     IT  ^  W  naPPy  ls  tne  Wamelefs  veftal's  lot  r 
A  JL  The    world    forgetting,    by   the    world 
cc  forgot  ; 
ec  Eternal  fun -fhine  of  the  fpotlefs  mind; 
9  Each  prayer  accepted  and  each  wifti  refign'd  \ 
*c  Labour  and  reft,  that  equal  periods  keep  \   ■ 
"  Obedient  {lumbers,  that  can  wake  and  weep ; 
4i  Defires  compos'd,  affections  ever  even  ; 
"  Tears  that   delight,  and   fighs    that    waft    to 

"  heaven. 
"  Grace  mines  around  her  with  fereneft  beams, 
"  And    whifpVing    angels    prompt   her    golden 

"  For 


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"  For  her  the  fpoufe  prepares  the  bridal  ring* 
"  For  her  white  virgins  hymeneals  ling  •, 
"  For  her  th'  unfading  rofe  of  Eden  blooms, 
"  And  wings  of  feraphs  fhed  divine  perfumes ; 
"  To  founds  of  heav'nly  harps  fhe  dies  away, 
"  And  melts  in  vifions  of  eternal  day. 


>•$$• 


PARODY 

On   the  foregoing  Lines,  by    a  Lady,  ajfuming 
the    Name   of  L   A  U   R  A. 

HO  W   happy  is  the   country  Parfon's  lot  ? 
Forgetting  Bi/hops,  as  by  them  forgot ; 
Tranquil  of  fpirit,  with  an  eafy  mind, 
To  all  his  Veftry's  votes  he  fits  refign'd  : 
Of  manners  gentle,  and  of  temper  even, 
He  jogs  his  flocks,  with  eafy  pace,  to  heaven. 
In  Greek  and  Latin,  pious  books  he  keeps ; 
And,  while  his   Clerk  fings  pfalms,  he — foundly 
fleeps. 

His 


L     150    J 

His  garden  fronts  the  fun's  fweet  orient  beams, 
And  fat  church-wardens  prompt  his  golden  dreams. 
The  earlieft  fruit,  in  his  fair  orchard,  blooms  j 
And  cleanly  pipes  pour  out  tobacco's  fumes. 
From  ruftic  bridegroom  oft  he  takes  the  ring  •, 
And  hears  the  milk-maid  plaintive  ballads  fing. 
Back-gammon  cheats  whole  winter  nights  away, 
And  Pilgrim's  Progrefs  helps  a  rainy  day. 

JV.  B.  The  foregoing  Parody  occafioned  the  following 
epiftolary  conteft,  and  poetical  Raillery,  between  our  Author 
and  Laura. 

An      EPISTLE 

To    LAURA,    on    her    PARODY. 

I  Lately  faw,  no  matter  where, 
A  parody,  by  Laura  fair  •, 
In  which,  beyond  difpute,  'tis  clear, 
She  means  her  country  friend  to  jeer; 
For,  well  fhe  knows,  her  pleafing  lays, 
(Whether  they  banter  me  or  praife, 
Whatever  merry  mood  they  tat 
Are  welcome  for  their  author's  fake, 

^olacco 


[     i5i     1 

Tobacc-o  vile,  I  never  fmoak, 
(Tho'  Laura  loves  her  friend  to  joke) 
Nor  leave  my  flock  all  in  the  lurch, 
By  being  lullaby'd  in  church  i 
But,  change  the  word  from  clerk  to  prieft. 
Perhaps  I  lull  my  fheep  to  reft. 

As  for  the  table  of  Buck-gammon, 
'Tis  far  beyond  the  reach  of  Damon ; 
»Bur,  place  right  gammon  on  a  table, 
And  then  to  play  a  knife — I'm  able. 

"  Hew  happy  is  my  lot?  you  fay, 
Becaufe  from  Bijhops  far  away  ! 
Happy  I  am,  I'll  not  deny, 
But  then  it  is  when  you  are  nigh  ; 
Or  gently  rufhes  o'er  my  mind 
Th'  idea  of  the  nymph  refin'd; 
In  whom  each  grace  and  virtue  meet3 
That  render  woman  k:nd  complete; 
The  fenfe,  the  tafle,  the  lovely  mien 
Of  Stella,  pride,  of  Patrick**  Bean. 

O  Laura  !  when  I  think  of  this* 
And  call  you  friend — ':is  greater  blift, 


Than 


[       *5*       ] 

Than  all  the  "  fat  church-wardens  fcbemes" 
Which  rarely  "  prompt  my  golden  dreams  j" 
Yet,  if  the  happinefs,  fair  maid, 
That  fooths  me  in  the  filent  fhade, 
Should,  in  your  eye,  appear  too  great, 
Come,  take  it  all — and  fhare  my  fate  ! 


LAURA 's      ANSWER. 

AURA  to  "Damon  health  doth  fend. 
And  thus  falutes  hevfaucy  friend. 

.   Becaufe  you  would  exert  your  wit, 
You  take  the  cap  ne'er  made  to  fit  ^ 
And  then  your  fprighly  verfe  difplay, 
To  prove  me  out  in  every  way — 
But  I'll  proceed,  nor  care  one  farthing-, 
Nor  fhall  you  make  me  fue  for  pardon, 
Nor  once  recant  what  I  afTerted, 
Tho'  from  my  pen  in  hade  it  flirted. 

Truly,  becaufe  you  do  inherit 
Some  portion  of  the  Dean's  queer  fpirit, 

You 


[     '53     ] 

You  want  to  prove,  in  wondrous  hafte. 

That  Laura  too  has  Stella's  tafte  -, 

As  if  it  muft  dire&ly  follow, 

Since  you  are  favour'd  by  Apollo, 

That  he  his  choiceft  gifts  muft  fend, 

To  ev'ry  fcribbling  female  friend. 

I  thank  you,  fir — you're  wond'rous  kind  ! 

But  think  me  not  fo  vain  or  blind, 

As  to  believe  the  pretty  things, 

Your  mule,  with  eafe,  at  Laura  flings. 

5Tis  true,  the  moments  I  beguil'd, 
And  at  a  country  par/on  fmil'd ; 
Unhappy  me!   who  ne'er  could  dream, 
That  you  fhould  think  yourfelf  the  theme ; 
Unlefs  my  mufe,  thro'  rank  ill-nature, 
Had  turn'd  what  follows  into  fatyr — 

"  A  manner  frank  and  debonnair, 
"  A  heart  that's  open  and  fincere, 
46  Plain  fenfe,  itrip'd  of  pedantic  rules, 
"  And  formal  precepts,  hatch'd  in  fchools  ; 
"  Firm  honefty  without  parade, 
"  Simplicity  in  truth  array'd ; 
IC  A  fprightly  vein  of  humour  too, 
^  Known  only  by  a  favour'd  few." 

X    •  Had 


[     154    ] 

Had  Maaam  Mufe\  in  fpleen  or  fpight, 
Plac'd  all  thofe  graces  in  a  light, 
To  make  us  laugh,    more  than  admire — 
Then  Damon  might  have  taken  fire, 
And  laid, — *tis  pcift  difpute  and  cle-ar9 
I  meant  my  country  friend  to  jeer. 
Yet,  e'er  I  clofe — allow  me  time, 
But  juft  to  add  another  rhyme. 
Since  I  efteem  your  bins  fo  great, 
In  pennance  you  will  chufe  a  mate, 
And  tell  me — "  I  may  (hare  yourlFate  I" 
The  fcheme  is  good,  I  muft  confefs, 
If  you  have  blifs,  to  make  it  lefs ! 
Yet  take  a  hint,  before  refolv'd, 
And  in  the  dragging  chain  involv'd. 
While  youthful  joys  around  you  fhine, 
Hade  not  to  bend  at  Hymen's  fhrine  ; 
Let  friendfhip,  gen'rous  friendlhip,  be 
The  bond  to  fetter  you  and  me, 
Veftal,  Platonic — what  you  will, 
So  virtue  reigns  with  freedom  ftill. 
But  if,  in  matrimonial  noofe, 
You  muft  be  bound — and  have  a  fpoufe , 
The  faithful  rib  that  heav'n  (hall  fend, 
I'll  fondly  greet,  and  call  her  friend***: 


! 


To 


[     *55     1 

To      L       A       U       R       A, 

In      R  E  P  L  Y   t  o   t  h  e    A  B  O  V  E. 

LAURA,  for  once  excufe,  I  pray, 
The  pertnefs  of  a  rural  lay  -y 
And  I  will  ne'er  again  c  fiend, 
Or  need  the  name  of 'fancy  friend  ; 

Stella,  (for  now  I  fee  it  clearly, 
Who  loves  a  little  mifthief  dearly) 

Refolv'd  to  carry  a  gay  farce  on, 
Told  me  I  was  the  country  parfon, 
Defcribed  in  your  melodius  (train  •, 
To  which  I  now  return  again. 

I,  like  my  namefake,  without  *  guile, 
Thought  in  my  turn  that  I  might  finite, 
So  feis'd  my  pen,  in  a  brifk  lally, 
Determin'd  to  pay  off  the  tally  •, 
And,  in  a  fit  of  -zvarm  regard, 
Dropt  a  few  words — quite  cjf  my  guard  \ 
For  which  I  Laura's  mercy  crave, 

And  (hall  remain  her  humble  Have 

She's  pleas'd  to  fay,  that  "  I  inherit, 
"  Some  portion  of  t^e  Dean's  queer  fpirit" 
If  aught  in  me  was  ever  feen, 
Refembling  Patrick's  boafted  Dean  j 

X     2  It 

*  Nathaniel. 


[     IS*     ] 

It  was  his  faults,  I  fear — rank  pride, 
Which,   for  my  life,  *I  cannot  hide, 
And  one  lefs  vain  than  Swift — or  me, 
Might  e'en  both  proud  and  fancy  be, 
When  fuch  fine  things  of  him  are  faid 
By  Laura,  the  harmonious  maid; 
Yet  Hill  her  compliments,  I  fear, 
Are  only  fent  her  friend  to  jeer. 
Or  fngar  o'er  a  little  [mart 
And  clofethe  bleedings  of  a  heart — 
Thus,  without  caufe,   when  children  cry, 
And  put  their  finger  in  their  eye, 

Kind  mamma  gives  them  aught  that's  handy, 
Cakes,  marmalade,  or  fugar- candy. 

Fair  Laura  hints — the  hint  I  take, 
And  honour  for  its  miftrefs'  fake — 
Yet  when  great  Cupid  is  inclin'd, 
To  fix  his  empire  o'er  my  mind, 
Afdken  cord,  no  "  dragging  chain," 
Shall  lead  me  to  his  facred  fane  -, 
For  none,  1  trull,  mall  e'er  difcover, 
In  me  auglr:  like  the  whimp'ring  lover  -y 
The  fauk'ring  voice,  the  fjgh  of  care, 
The  languid  look,  the  dying  air. 
When  abject  thus  behaves  the  mufe, 
May  I  kind  Laura's  fricndfliip  lofc, 


That 


[     *57    3 

That  friendfhip  which  I  dearer  hold, 
Than  filver  heaps  or  mining  gold. 

And  now,  farewell ! — may  ev'ry  hour 
•Frem  happineis  on  Laura  pour — 
Whether  in  facred  wedlock  jcin'd, 
Or  to  the  Veftal  Hate  inclin'd  ; 
May  conftant  joys  before  her  rife, 
Till,  for  low  earth,  me  gains  the  fkies  ! 

VERSES 

O    N 

THREE      LADIES, 

Who  filled  up*  Les  Bouts  Rimez  and  defacd  the 
Author  to  decide  which  was  heft* 

WHEN  the  f  wife  of  old  Jove,  with  the  child 
of  his  \  brain, 
And  his  %  daughter  fo  fair,  attack'd  theycung  Twain ; 
Pctor  Peris  was  fadly  bewilder'd  to  find, 
To  which  of  the  fair-ones  his  heart  was  inclin'd  •, 

Till 

*  Filling  up  blank  rbimes  is  often  a  trial  of  Hull  among  the 
trench ;  that  is,  the  rhimes,  or  final  words  of  the  different  line*, 
are  given,  and  the  remainder  is  to  be  filled  up  fo  aSToir.akcfenfe 
and  £cciry. 

t  Juno.  i  Pallas.  §  Yeses. 


Till  at  length,  from  his  quiver,  a  mifchievous  fhaft, 
Little  Cupid  produc'd — at  which  the  boy  laugh'd — 
Then  gave  it  to  Venus,   who  ftraight  let  it  fly, 
And  fudden  as  light'ning  reach'd  Paris's  eye ; 
For  the  queen  of  fweet  fmiles  the  fhepherd  then 

fighs, 
And  yields  to  bright  Venus  the  laurel  and  prize. 
Thus  Damon  was  fmitten  with  rapture  and  joy 
When  your  conteft,  fair  ladies,  his  thoughts  did 

employ. 

The  praife  of  Madona  vermilion'd  his  face 
With  blufhes — for  want  of  that  virtue  and  grace. 
Which  her  good-natur'd  pen  could  fo  eafily  paint, 
Tho'  the  portrait  was  bright  and  original  taint. 

Next  Laura,  accomplifli'd  in  head  and  in  heart, 
Fair  daughter  of  Clio  produc'd  her  fweet  art, 
Apollo  himfelf,  I  fancy,  with  zeal, 
Would  wiih  to  imprint  the  poetical  feal. 

The  third  tuneful  lady  that  makes  up  the  choir, 

Entranc'd  my  poor  brain,  and  my  heart  fet  on  fire — - 

Ah,  Clara  !  I  fear  the  arrow  of  Cu', 

Inftead  of  the  mufe's  foft  weapon  you  drew  ; 

Or  why  throughmy  bread  do  fuch  ecftacies  roll, 

And  the  throbs  of  fweet  pafnon  beat  high  in  my 

foul. 

In 


[     159     3 

In  the  name  of  Apollo ',  a  fprig  of  green  bays 
I  grant  to  each  lady  for  her  witty  lays. 


ANSWER    by    LAURA, 

One  of  the  three  LADIES  above  mentioned, 

I. 

l?~r\  I  S  true  that  Paris  was  a  beau3 

-*■       But  yet  was  not  polite  ; 
For  he  on  Ida's  top  could  fhow 
To  two  bright  nymphs  a  flight. 

ir. 

Three  fair  ones  begg'd  him  to  decide 

Which  was  the  greateft  beauty — 
He  might  have  footh'd  each  lady's  pride 

And  yet  have  done  his  duty. 

III. 

To  one  he  might  have  given  Jhdpey 

And  piercing  eyes  to  t'other  ; 
Then  had  he  made  a  good  efcape, 

And  fav'da  mighty  pother. 

IV,  Minerva 


[     1S0     ] 

IV. 

Minerva  then  had  dwelt  in  peace, 
And  Juno,  without  paflion, 

Have  caus'd  a  ten  years  war  to  ceafe, 
And  fav'd  old  Priam's  nation. 

V. 

Young  Damon,  in  a  like  difpute, 
Took  care  to  fhun  a  quarrel ; 

He  try'd  each  lady's  tafle  to  fuit, 
And  gave  to  each  the  laurel. 

VI. 

Had  one  alone  obtain'd  the  bays, 
And  wit's  bright  prize  have  borne, 

The  other  two,  throughout  their  days, 
The  willow  muft  have  worn. 


<jD>  CjP  <U  <3lp  9up 
*&*,  /=>*  ?v\  /*!%  ?&\ 

cup  *Q>  qj»  <jEp 
/o\  r°\  ***\  S&\ 


THE 


LOVE  of   the   WORLD 


INCOMPATIBLE    WITH    TK4 


LOVE     of    GOD 


DISCOURSE 


O      N 


i     JOHN     II.    1 5,    1 6,    17, 


[     5     ] 


TO         THE 

MEMBERS  of  the  CONGREGATION 

O    F 

GLOUCESTER. 


My  refpe&ed  Friends, 
CJ^H  E  partiality  you  bavejbewn  to  the  folic i 

difccurfe,    in  dejiring  me  to  furnijb  you  with  a 
Copy  of  it,   to  fend  to  the  prefs,    merits  my  fincerejt 

thanks. 


At  the  fame  time,  I  cannot  but  obferve  to  yen,  that 
the  honour  you  pay  me  lays  me  under  no  fmall  difficulty. 
For,    to  argue   the  unworfibhefs  of  the  compqfition 

againft  its  being  printed,  would  be  returning  yen  a 
poor  compliment,  and  might  appear  in  me  like  an  of- 
fetlation  of  tnodefty. —  On  the  other  hand,  my  comply- 
ing with  your  requeft,  may  fubjecl  me  to  the  charge  of 
vanity,  with  thofe  who  are  readier  to  cenfure  than  to 
judge  with  candour.  I  can  only  fay,  therefore,  that 
the  reafon  you  afjign  for  your  defire  to  have  this  dif- 
c  our fe  printed,  is  fufficient  for  me  to  wave  the  abeve 
cbjeclions,  viz.  That  you  believe  it  may  be  of  fervice 
to  feme  people  in  my  mijfwn,  as  it  jets  forth  feme  prac- 
tical as  you  are  pleased  to  fay)  in  an  agreeable 

point 


[    6    ] 

point  of  light.     Whether  that  can  befaid  with  propri- 
ety of  the  following  Sermon,  it  becomes  me  not  to  decide. 

Should  it  pleafe  God  to  blefs  it  to  any  one  of  you, 

.fhould  it  excite  but  in  one  Jingle  breaji,  a  tafte/<?r  vital 

religion  and  the  praclice  of  Chriflianity, whatever  other- 

wife  may  be  its  fate,  I  fhall  rejoice  that  it  now  attends 

ycu  to  your  clofets. 

I  have  only  therefore,  to  add,  that  it  appears  the 
fame  now  in  print,  as  when  delivered  to  you  from  the 
Pulpit,  with  no  other  than  a  few  verbal  alterations. 
And,  as  it  was  not  composed  with  any  defign  of  being 
fent  to  the  prefs,  I  hope  no  one  will  be  furprifed  if  he 
finds  it  to  confift  only  of  a  few  plain  arguments  and  ad- 
monitions, counfelling  plain  people,  fo  to  ufe  this 
world,  that  (in  fome  future ftate  of  exiftence)  they  may 
be  found  worthy  to  inherit  the  immortal  joys  of  a  bet- 
ter. 

Recommending  you,  therefore,  to  GodV  Grace,  and 
the  beft  of  Maficrs  and  Patterns,  Jefus  Chrift  \  I  re- 
main, with  true  affettion  and  regard, 
Tour  faithful  Minifier, 

And  obliged  humble  Servant, 
Hadclonfield, 
April  i  a,   1766.  N.   Evans. 

The 


[    7    3 

G5^G*^CS^6tf»9  GtfOfeS  G**Ofc9  <*#&£ 

ee^e*rf)toe«^<ffl^  eWa  e*rffcfe  eWt*a 

The  Love' of  the  World  incompa- 
tible with  the  Love  of  G  O  D. 

i    JOHN  II.    15,  16,    17. 

Z.tf'y*  wo/  /£*  world,  neither  the  things  that  are  in  the 
world.  If  any  man  love  the  worlds  the  love  of  the 
Father  is  not  in  him.  For  all  that  is  in  the  world, 
the  luft  cf  the  flefh,  and  the  luft  of  the  eyes,  and  the 
fride  of  life,  is  not  of  the  Father,  hit  is  cf  the 
world.  And  the  world  paffeth  away,  and  the  luft 
thereof  •,  but  he  that  doth  the  will  of  God,  abideth 
for  ever. 

NOTHING  can  found  more  harfh  and 
ungrateful  to  human  nature  than  precepts 
of  this  fort.  The  load  of  fenfe  with  which  we  are 
weighed  down,  the  variety  of  alluring  cbjecls  that 
furround  us,  the  fyren-voice  of  temptation,  and  the 
prevalence  of  numerous  example,  are  too  apt, 
more  especially  in  the  fpring-tide  of  life,  to  give 
nature  the  cor.quefl  over  Grace>    pafr.cn  over  rea- 

fon, 


L     8     ] 

fon,  and  vanity  over  wifdom.  We  are  too  apt  to 
be  hurried  "away  into  the  flowery  avenues  of  plea- 
fure,  to  yield  up  the  will  to  defire,  regardlefs  of 
the  confequeiices,    and  impatient  of  control. 

The  eminent  Apoftle  of  the  Gentiles,  leaves  us 
this  account  of  his  conflict  with  the  world  •,  *  "  I 
tC  delight"  (fays  he)  "  in  the  law  of  God,  after 
"  the  inward  man.  But  I  fee  another  law  in  my 
"  members,  warring  againft  the  law  of  my  mind, 
"  and  bringing  me  into  captivity  to  the  law  of 
"  fin,  which  is  in  my  members  "  which  a  great 
-j-  genius  of  our  nation  thus  paraphrafes  ;  "  For 
"  that  which  my  inward  man  is  delighted  with, 
"  that  which  with  fatisfaction  my  mind  would 
c'*  make  its  rule,  is  the  law  of  God.  But  I  fee  in 
"  my  members  another  principle  of  action  equiva- 
•*  lent  to  a  law,  directly  waging  war  againft  that 
"  law  which  my  mind  would  follow,  leading  me 
Ct  captive  into  an  unwilling  fubjection  to  the  con- 
ct  ilant  inclination  and  impulfe  of  my  carnal  appe- 
•*  tite,  which,  as  fteadily  as  if  it  were  a  law,  carries 
"  me  to  fin."  This  then  is  not  a  particular  cafe,  but 
what  all  mankind  is  liable  to,  for  the  mind  would 
ferve  the  law  cf  Gcd ;   but  the  fiefh  the  law  of  fin. 

*  Rem.  vii.  22,  23.  I  Locke. 


[     9     ] 

Which  law  of  fin,  as  the  Apoftle  c&prefies  It,  is  the 
inherent  propenfity  of  our  fallen  natures  to  grati- 
fy the- violent  calls  of  animal  defire.  And  what  St. 
John  means  in -the  text  by  loving  the  world,  no 
doubt,  is  the  delight  we  take  in  indulging  this  de- 
praved inclination,  fo  as  to  make  the  grofs  and  vici- 
ous pleafures  of  fenfe  the  prime  object  of  our  pur- 
fuits  ;  inllead  of  endeavouring  to  fubdue  our  bodies 
2nd  perfect  our  minds  in  the  fpirit  of  religion  and 
folid  virtue. 

A  perfon  then  may  be  faid  to  love  the  world, 
according    to  the  meaning  of  the  text,  when  his 
mind  is  under  the  influence  and  guidance  of  his 
animal  paflions  •,  when  thofe  paffions  are  fo  far  in- 
dulged as  to  occafion  confufion  and  uoroar  in  his 
foul,    to  breed  diforder  and  irregularity  in  fociety, 
and  to  alienate    his  affections  from  the  love  of  di- 
vine and  moral  excellencies  \    when  his  conduct  is 
fwayed  by  corrupt  cuftoms  •,    when  he  looks  upon 
the  enjoyments  of  this  world  as  his  chief  good,    and 
his  ideas  of  happinefs  are  confined  within  its  fcanty 
orb;   when,    to  gain   its   applaufe,    he  barters  his 
conference,   neglects   the   great  duties   incumbent 
lim  as  a  rational  agent,  and  banifhes  the  facred 
is   of  religion  and  virtue  from  his  heart.     Ne- 
•  ely,   he  may  be  faid  to  love  the  world,   when 
*  B  'he 


lie  does  not  prefer  Almighty  God  as  the  firft  and 
grand  object  of  his  thoughts  •,  when  he  does  not 
efteem  his  favour  as  the  higheft  felicity,  endeavour 
to  live  as  in  his  prefence,  devote  himfelf  to  his  fervice 
and  ftrive  to  imitate,  as  far  as  the  frailty  of  human 
nature  will  admit,  his  adorable  perfections. 

Further,  by  the  love  of  the  world  we  are  to  under- 
fland  making  an  immoderate  ufe  of  God's  benefits, 
attaching  our  minds  folely  to  earthly  pleafures, 
following  the  errors  and  evil  courfes  of  lawlefs  and 
abandoned  men,  giving  way  to  low  groveling 
thoughts,  nor  wifhing  to  enjoy  the  more  refined 
and  manly  pleafure  which  flows  from  a  virtuous 
courfe  of  action. 

Such  being  the  love  of  the  world,  we  cannot 
wonder  at  its  being  condemned  by  the  good  Apo- 
flle  in  the  text  -,  and  it  is  a  very  vain  thing  for 
thofe  who  are  connected  with  the  world  in  the  light 
-we  have  reprefented,  to  expect  any  benefit  from 
our  Saviour's  fufferings,  or  hope  to  be  faved,  in 
time  of  need,  by  only  calling  on  his  name.  For  it 
is  written,  that  *  cc  every  one  that  nameth  the  name 
"  of  Chrift  depart  from  iniquity."  And  the  blef- 
fed  Jefus  hath  folemnly  afiured  us,  that  f  "  not 
"  every  one  that  faith  unto  him,  Lord,  Lord,  lhall 

*  2   Tim.  ii.    19.  f  Mattk.vii.  21. 

"  enter 


[    I*    3 

*  enter  into  the  kingdom  of  heaven  ;  *but  he  that 
"  doth  the  will  of  his  Father  which  is  in  heaven." 

Some  there  are,  who  think  that  not  loving  the 
world  confifts  in  banifhing  themfelves  from  hu- 
man fociety,  and  that  turning  their  backs  on  their 
fellow-creatures  is  turning  their  backs  on  the 
world  ;  and  therefore  fly  to  deferts  and  cloyfters 
in  purfuit  of  virtue  and  to  avoid  vice.  But  far 
otherwife  is  the  prayer  of  our  divine  Mailer,  when 
he  recommended  his  difciples  to  the  care  of  his 
heavenly  Father.  *  "  I  pray  not,"  fays  he  "  that 
"  thou  fhouldft  take  them  out  of  the  world, 
"  but  that  thou  fhouldft  keep  them  from  the 
"  evil."  For  the  world  is  the  grand  theatre  on 
which  all  virtuous  actions  muft  be  performed,  and 
the  merit  of  our  performance  refts  in  not  quitting 
the  ftage,  and  yet  avoiding  the  evil.  For  what 
field  have  we  to  call  forth  the  duties  of  Chriftianity 
in,  if  it  is  not  among  our  brethren  ?  By  ex- 
tending our  love  and  charity  among  our  fellow- 
creatures,  by  acts  of  devotion,  jullice,  mercy, 
and  living  up  to  the  dictates  of  truth  and  right 
reafon,  is  the  beft  method  of  mowing  our  love  to 
God,    and  the  genuine  path  that  the  Gofpel  has 

*  John  xvii.   15. 

*  B  2  pointed 


[  *  ] 

pointed  cut.  But  this  it  is  impoffible  to  do  with- 
out mingling  with  mankind;  and  although  we  may 
meet  with  fome  whofe  behaviour  and  manners 
may  give  us  a  pain  too  big  to  be  utter'd,  yet  we 
are  not  to  turn  our  backs  on  the  world  for  any 
fuch  reafon.  Does  not  the  eternal  Majefty  of 
heaven,  the  infinite  fountain  of  all  excellence  and 
perfection,  bear  .with  our  weakneffes  and  fol- 
lies from  day  to  day  ?  and  mail  we  lack  patience 
then  with  one  another,  when  even  the  bed  of  us 
are  fuch  frail,  infirm  creatures,  as  to  be  unable  to 
enter  into  heaven  without  the  imputation  of  a 
better  righteoufnefs  than  our  own  ?  'Tis  our 
duty  to  war  againfl  vicious  habits,  to  endeavour, 
with  the  aids  of  God's  Grace,  after  an  upright 
and  blamelefs  conduct,  and  to  convince  the  world, 
by  the  force  of  example,  that  our  religion  is  more 
than  a  name,  and  that  we  are  really  in  love  with 
the  beauty  of  holinefs. 

By  the  love  of  the  world,  as  mentioned  by  the 
Apoftle  in  the  text,  it  is  very  manifeft  that  he 
means  the  love  of  fin  •,  or,  fuffering  our  fouls  to 
yield  (in  St.  Paul's  phrafe)  to  the  "  law  of  fin-," 
that  is,  debauching  our  reafon,  and  converting 
the  talents  of  the  mind  from  their  proper  office, 
the  perfecting  us  for  heaven,  to  be  the  (laves  of 

our 


[  IJ  ] 

our  appetites,  to  v/arp  the  judgment  and  blind 
the  underftanding,  to  call  corruption  pleafure, 
and  madnefs  joyv  But  it  would  be  very  injurious 
to  the  facrcd  text  as  well  as  highly  abfurd  in  its 
confequences,  to  fuppofe  that  St.  John  here 
means  by  not  loving  the  world,  to  treat  with 
contempt  the  good  things  of  this  life.  For  to 
what  purpofes  were  the  mercies  of  God  fo  plen- 
tifully ftrew'd  over  the  vaft  and  beautiful  theatre 
of  Nature,  if  they  were  not  for  us  to  ufe,  and  fober- 
ly  and  thankfully  enjoy  ?  Nay,  {o  eminently  glo- 
rious is  the  frame  of  this  vifible  world,  that  it 
compelled  many  fenfible  Heathens,  who  were  led 
only  by  natural  light,  loudly  to  acknowledge  that 
fo  wonderful  a  fyftem  could  alone  be  effected  by 
the  power,  wifdom  and  goodnefs  of  an  infinite 
intelligence  •,  and  is  therefore  fit  for  the  admi- 
ration of  man,  as  a  reaibning  creature,  and  one  of 
the  chief  fources  to  deduce  the  mod  exalted  ideas 
of  his  Almighty  Creator.  What  is  condemned  and 
forbidden  in  the  text  is  our  making  the  bV  $figs 
of  this  life  the  principal  object  of  our  purlutts 
lb  as  to  make  us  unmindful  of  the  fnortnefs  of  our 
duration  in  this  world,  and  that  awful  eternity 
into  which  we  fhall  foon  be  tranflated  ;  fo  as  to 
injure  our  bodies  and  debafe  the  nobler  faculties 
of  the  foul,  to  unfit  us  for  the  various  offices  which 

our 


[     14     3 

our  connexions  require  of  us,  and  give  the  mind 
a  difreiifh  for  the  rational  pleafures  of  religion, 
and  for  thofe  high  and  important  meditations, 
which  as  men  and  chriftians  it  becomes  us  fre- 
quently to  be  engaged  in.  *  "  For  this  world  is 
"  God's  fchool,  where  immortal  fpirits  clothed 
"  with  flefh  are  trained  and  bred  up  for  eter- 
"  nky."  And  it  behoves  us  to  be  exceeding 
thankful  to  Almighty  God  that  he  has  cautioned 
and  commanded  us  againfl  an  immoderate  defire 
after  worldly  enjoyments.  For  we  mail  find  it 
our  intereft  if  we  look  no  further  than  this  life 
to  make  a  fober  ufe  of  its  refrefhments.  For 
difeafes  of  the  body,  with  lofs  of  reputation^ 
ruin  of  families,  the  total  deftruction  of  commu-*. 
nities,  and  above  all  the  horrors  of  an  evil  confci- 
ence,  attend  our  eagerly  purfuing  the  inordinate 
calls  of  vice. 

Were  we  born  for  no  other  purpofe  than  to 
eat,  drink  and  play,  we  might  indeed  drive  who 
mould  roll  foremoft  in  the  gay  circle  of  pleafure, 
and  only  wifh  to  beat  the  intoxicating  round  of 
licentioufnefs.  But  to  other  ends  were  we  called 
into  this  life,  and  for  far  higher  exercifes  were 
the  faculties   of  the  foul   given   to     us   than    to 

*  Tillotson,  Serm.  XXIII. 

be 


C     15     3    . 

be  the  minifters  of  iniquity.  That  illuftrious  Per- 
fonage  who  came  down  from  heaven  for  our  falva- 
tion,  has  fet  us,  and  all  his  followers,  an  excellent 
example  of  all  thofe  virtues  and  amiable  qualities 
which  it  is  our  duty  to  pracYife  during  our  (lay  in 
this  world.  The  love  and  charity,  which,  like 
another  celeftial  glory,  fhed  a  luftre  around  him, 
the  univerfal  philanthropy  which  he  breathed, 
fhould  kindle  in  our  breafts  the  warmed  benevo- 
lence for  all  that  bear  the  human  fhape ;  and  the 
public-fpiritednefs  of  his  actions  fhould  infpire  us 
with  that  generous  principle  which  directs  every 
thought  and  deed  to  God's  glory,  and  the  public 
good. 

He  whofe  foul  is  fet  upon  temporal  pleafures 
and  purfuits,  will  rarely  find  leifure  for  any  fecret 
communion  with  the  Father  of  Spirits,  or  feel 
any  inclination  to  enjoy  fo  bleffed  a  privilege. 
For  the  human  mind  is  fo  formed  as  to  be  inca- 
pable of  following  the  bent  of  two  differing  paf- 
fions  together.  Or  according  to  the  language  of 
fcripture,  "  we  cannot  ferve  God  and  Mammen" 
If  we  are  in  love  with  the  world,  our  thoughts  will 
altogether  be  engaged  in  mean,  felfifh  views. 
Earthly  happinefs  will  be  the  fole  mark  we  fhall 
aim  at,  and  whatever  may  interfere  with,  or  throw  a 

check 


[     i6    ] 

check  upon  fcch  a  career,  will  be  ever  difguflful 
in  our  eyes.  How  can  thofe  paflions,  which  are 
abforbed  in  carnal  purfuits,  be  elevated  with  the 
flame  of  divine  love  ?  And  how  can  that  heart, 
which  is  coiled  up  in  the  narrow  circle  of  felf- 
jQve,diftend  with  the  true  fpirit  of  chriftian  charity  I 

The  pleafure  which  arifes  from  the  enjoyment 
of  the  good  things  of  this  world,  though  taken  in 
moderation,  is  of  fo  fleeting  and  pcfiOiable  a  na- 
ture, as  to  give  but.a  momentary  fatisfaclion,  and 
yields  no  matter  for  comfortable  reflection  in  time 

of  need. Could  we  call,  from  their  manfions  of 

clay,  the  votaries  of  fenfuality,  the  votaries  of 
wealth,  and  the  votaries  of  ambition,  that  have 
bullied  on  the  ftage  of  this  world  for  thefe  four 
thoufand  years  pail — —  what  account,  think  ye, 
would  they  give  of  their  former  favourite  pur- 
fuits ?  I  imagine,  they  would  tell  us,  that  the  re- 
flection on  the  time  pad,  on  thefe  unprofitable 
"fc hemes  gave  them  but  a  poor  confolation  in  the 
eternal  world ;  that  they  now  reflect  with  ib- 
vercign  contempt  and  abhorrence  on  what  they 
once  were  fo  greatly  enamoured- of ;  that  the 
high  debauch,  the  dhTolute  frolic,  the  hoard  of 
yellow  dirr,  the  magnificent  edifice,  the  fplendid 
retinue,  the  nobility   of  blood,  and    the  fepplaiife 

of 


['73- 

of  the  work],    would  appear   to   them   unfubftari 

tial,    as  the  Poet  happily  expreffes  it,  as "  the 

tc  bafelefs  fabrick  of  a  vifion."     But    far   other- 
wife    are   the  pleafures   of  religion    and   virtue  ; 
they  are  of  an  undecaying  nature  ;   a  fonsperen- 
nis%   a  perpetual  fource  of  genuine  comfort  flow- 
ing in  the  breaft  of  every  chriftian.     They  mail 
live     with  him     beyond  the      grave,    and  fhall 
endure  when  this  earthly  globe  mail   be  wrapt   in 
flames,    when  yon  heavens  fhall  vanifh  away,  and 
the   fun    and    moon    fhall    difTolve.     Nay,%  they 
fhall   exift,  when   time  mail    be  loft  in  eternity, 
when  nrtp  heavens  fhall  roll  and  a  new  earth  fhall 
bloom,  *  wherein  right  coufnefs  fhall  dwell  for  ever 

and  ever. 

# 
The  love  of  the  world  is  a  fubjecl  no  way 
fufceptible  of  novelty,  and  what  every  one  can 
fpeak  largely  upon.  And  yet  how  rare  and  diffi- 
cult is  it  for  us  to  take  the  matter  rightly  to  heart. 
We  make  no  fcruple  of  acknowledging  that  all 
the  enjoyments  under  the  fun  are  vain  and  unfub- 
ftantial.  And  yet  vain  and  empty  as  they  are, 
How  hard  do  we  find  it  to  abftract  ourfelves  from 
them  ?  In  fome  ferious  moments,  perhaps,  our 
fouls,    difgufled  with  fome  disappointment,  or  un- 

*   2  Pet.  iii.    15. 

*  C  pleafing 


'      [    is    ] 

pleating  occurrence,  aflame  an  air  of  dignity,  and 
effect  to  defpife  the  lower  pleafures,  the  glittering 
gewgaws  and  the  painted  baubles  of  life.     But, 
alas  !  how  foon  do  we  fall  from  thefe  (tout  rcfolu- 
tions,  and  fufier  ourfelves  to  be  enfnared  with  the 
next  flattering  temptation  ?    Thus  do  we  continue 
through  life,   ftill   meeting  with  fome   new  difap- 
pointment,   and   yet  dill  giving  way  to  the  next 
temptation  that  comes   in  our  way.     That  activc 
principle  that  ftirs  within  our  breads  muft  have  fome 
object  on  which  to  employ  its  bufy  and  enlarged 
powers ;  and  could  we  but  once  fix  it  on  its  proper 
aim,   how  glorious  would  be  its  purfuits  !  Could 
we  but  once  convince  ourfelves  of  the   nothing- 
nefs    of  all   earthly  blifs  ;    could  we  but  once  fee 
that  the  pleafures  of  this  life,  are  like  the  glories 
of  a  painted  cloud,  beautiful  at  a  diftance,  but,  up- 
on a  near  approach,    nothing    but  a   fun-gilt   va- 
pour :    were  this  the  cafe,  I  fay,  our  fouls  would 
loon  begin  to  fearch  out  for  fome  more  fubftantial 
happineis,  and   would   quickly   fix    on  that  high 
and  glorious  fource  of  all  that  is  lovely,  fair  and 
good  ;  where   it   would  perceive   fuch   irrefiftible 
excellency,    fuch    tranfcendent    glory  and   divine 
beauty,   as    would    fwectly    furprize  and  captivate 
all  the  powers  of  the  foul.    And  how  greatly  are  we 
biefled  in  having  cur  fouls  fo  confiituted  as  to  be 


[     '9     ] 

able  to  enjoy  fo  exalted  a  pleafure  !    to  be  capable 
of  discovering,  admiring  and  loving  the  excellen- 
cies and  perfections  of  the  invifible  God,  and  of 
imitating,  though  in  great  weaknefs,  all  his  moral 
attributes  !  to  be  capable  of  pleafures  far  fuperior 
to  thofe  of  knk,    arifing  from  the  purfuit  of  what 
is  excellent,    and  the  practice  of  what  is  right  !    to 
be  capable  of  receiving  the  higheft  Satisfaction  from 
the  performance  of  acts  of  devotion,  juftice,  mer- 
cy and  chanty  •,  and,   above  all,  to  be  capable  of 
the  fublimeft  pleafure  from  the  reflection,  that  he 
that  doth  the  will  of  God  in  this  world,  fhall  abide 
for  ever  in  uninterrupted   blifs   in  the  world  to 
come  ! 

Surely,  then, .  the  man  who  Scrioufly  reflects  on 
the   value   of  hfe   immortal  foul,  on  the  dignity 
of  its  nature,   and  the  defig-n  of  his  cominc   into 
the   world,  will   never  be  endaved  to  corruptible 
and   Sublunary  joys.     He    will  ufe  the  things  of 
this  life  as  though  he  did  not  ufe  them  ;  and  though 
his  body  may  Sometimes  even  wifh  to  rebel  agairflf 
his  mind,  yet  he  will  never  Suffer  his  nobler  part 
to   be   Satisfied  with   any  happineSs   beneath    that 
everlafling  beatitude  which  the  Sovereign  of  Hea- 
ven alone  can    beftow.     To   this    encf  he  will  be 
continually  endeavouring  to  wean  himfeif  from  a 
too  fond  attachment  to  thfdelights  of  this  life  ; 


*    C   2 


to 


to  fubdue  thofe  impetuous  pafiions,  which  like  iome 
mighty  torrent  are  apt  to  bear  down  all  the  powers 
of  the  mind,  if  not  timely  controled  -,  to  prepare 
himfelf  by  frequent  contemplation  on  a  Spiritual 
life,  for  that  pure  etherial  kingdom  where  no 
corruption  can  dwell.  And  happy,  thrice  happy  ! 
the  highly  favoured  chriftian  !  who  has  the  co- 
operating Grace  of  the  Divine  Spirit  to  aid  him  in 
the  arduous  enterprize  of  perfecting  himfelf  1 

If  we  take  a  brief  view  of  the  condition  of  a 
perfon  who  has  been  altogether  devoted  to  this 
world,  and  one  who,  having  made  ajuit  eftimate 
of  human  life,  has  given  up  his  mind  to  the  pre- 
cepts of  ChrinV  I  imagine  we  mail  make  no  hefi- 
tation  in  determining  which  character  we  would 
wifli  to  poffeis. —  Eehold  the  man  of  the  world 
tinder  the  hand  of  adverfity,  and  he  is  the  image 
of  unhappinefs.  Trembling  and  irrefolute,  he 
ads  to  look  for  confolation  in  his  own  bofom, 
"its  proper  refidence. —  The  gay  ideas  of  pleafure 
flit  like  the  vanishing  wind  before  his  view.  Are 
the  inexorable  arrows  of  death  pointed  at  his 
heart  ?  alas  !  ten  thoufand  dreary  forms  affright 
his  imagination,  and  ftiffen  every  pore  with  hor_ 
rof  !  Defpairing  to  look  forward,  and  dreading  to 
think  on  what  has  palVd,  he  feels  a  certain  fearful 
ng  for  cf  judgment,    and  a  fcry    indxgn& 

alf€ 


[      21       ] 

already  burning  in  his  bofom.  A  reproaching 
conference  {lares  him  in  the  face,  and  the  re- 
ward of  an  ill-fpent  life  is  intolerable  to  his 
thoughts. —  But  not  fo  the  man  who  has  fecured 
his  happinefs  on  the  glorious  terms  .of  the  Gefpel, 
whofc  falvation  is  fealed  with  the  redeeming  Hoed 
cf  the  Lar,il\  and  who  has  endeavoured  to  practife 
thofe  graces  and  virtues  which  adorned  his  god- 
like Mailer,  while  here  on  earth.  Having  long 
inured  his  foul  to  the  thoughts  of  a  more  perfect 
existence  and  glorious  immortality,  when  thefe 
elementary  bodies  fhall  mingle  with  their  conge- 
nial dull,  he  feels  no  anxiety  at  the  thoughts 
of  leaving  this  tranfitory  life  ;  and  often  willies  to 
cafl  off  the  fin-worn  tabernacle  that  detains  his 
foul  from  mounting  to  that  throne,  where  my- 
riads, of  glorified  fpirits  are  continually  pouring 
forth  their  immortal  fongs  to  the  praife  and  ho- 
nour of  the  Supreme  and  All-creating  Lord  ! —  h 
the  good  man  oppreiTed  with  afriiction  and  at- 
tacked by  adverfity,  is  he  purfued  by  perfect;: 
is  he  on  the  torturing  rack,  or  bent  beneath  the 
mercilefs  hand  of  the  executioner  P  is  he  c 
mitted  to  the  flames,  limb  by  limb,  and 
whole  body  tumbling  into  dhTolution  r  tl 
rnony  of  a  good  confeience,  and  an  im: 
confidence    in    tbc   victorious  Son    cf  God  fhall 

ipeak  peace oul,  and  Hke  a  h^venly  hand 

lire. 


I       22       1 

ft:  etched  forth  from  the  clouds,  mall  fupport  hini 
through  all.  extremes,  mail  rob  death  of  its  iting? 
and  the  grave  of  its  victory. 

Who  would  not  then  drive  to  poflfefs  fo  heroic 
and  manly  a  fpirit  ?  Who  would  be  enflaved  to 
the  paltry  pleafures  of  fenfe,  when  the  joys  of 
angels  are  at  his  acceptance,  when  the  delights 
of  virtue  are  io  fuperior  to  all  others,  and  fo  na- 
turally fitted  for  the  exalted  powers  of  the  foul  ? 
7s  it  fo  trifling  an  advantage  to  difarm  death  of 
its  awful  terrors  ?  to  rife  triumphant  over  the 
grave  ?  to  be-  diftinguifhed  in  God's  courts  with 
a  crown  of  glory,  and  to  enjoy  the  raptures  of 
the  .bleft  through  the  boundlefs  ages  of  futurity  ? 
If  the  thoughts  of  meeting-  with  lome  celebrated 
philofophers  and  poets  in  a  future  ftate  could 
make  a  wife  heathen  anticipate  its  joys  •,  how 
great,  think  ye,  muft  be  the  christian's  exulta- 
tion, when  he  reflects,  according  to  St.  Paul's  fub- 
iime  defcription,  that  he  fhall  be  tranflated  from 
this  life  into  *  "  the  city  of  the  living  God,  the  hea- 
"  venly  Jerufalem,  and  to  an  innumerable  compa- 
"  ny  of  angels,  and  to  the  general  aflembly  and 
t4  chwrch  of  the  fir  ft- born,  which  are  written  in 
"  heaven,  and  to  God  the  judge  of  all,,  and  to  jefus 
w  the  ::ic  Ji;:. tor  of  the  new  covenant." 

lebrewE  ::ii.    22,  23,  24. 

Knowing 


c  23  ^ 

Knowing,  therefore,  that  the  world  pafifeth 
away,  and  the  lufb  thereof,  but  he  that  doth  the 
will  of  God  abideth  for  ever  ;  who  Wou\d  be  (o 
far  attached  to  this  unliable  ftate'  as  to  rifle  his 
everlafting  happinefs  on  its  account  ?  If  we  con- 
fider  the  great  and  glorious  Being  we  have  to 
anfwer  to  •,  what  it  is  to  appear  at  his  awful  tri- 
bunal, to  give  an  account  of  our  conduct  -,  that: 
it  is  he  who  fhall  diftribute  rewards  and  punifh- 
ments  for  the  deeds  done  in  the  fiefh ;  that* 
"  if  any  man  have  not  the  fpirit  of  Chrift  he  is 
"  none  of  his  ;"  and  that  the  fruits  of  the  Spirit 
are  love,  joy,  peace,  long-fuffering,  gentlenefs,  good- 
nefs,  faith,  meeknefs,  temperance  ;  I  fay,  if  we 
duly  confider  thefe  things,  they  are  enough  to 
animate  us  with  a  becoming  fenfe  of  religion  and 
virtue,  and  to  difengage  us  from  the  fafcinating 
delights  of  fenfe.  Moreover,  when  we  are  afiured 
that  *  "  the  day  of  the  Lord  will  come  as  a  thief 
"  in  the  night,  in  the  which  the  heavens  fhall-pafs 
"  away  with  a  great  noife,  arfd  the  elements  mall 
"  melt  with  fervent  heat,  the  earth  alfo,  and 
"  the  works  that  are  therein*  fhall  be  burnt 
"  up  •  feeing  that  all  thefe  things  fhall  be  diflbi- 
"  veel,  what  manner  of  perfons  ought  ye  to  be,  in 
"  all  holy  converfation  and  godlineis  r*  f  "  Finally, 
"  brethren,    whatfoever   things   are  irue^  whatfo- 


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iC  ever  things  are  honejl,  whatfoever  thin; 
:c  w hatfoevcr things  are pure>  whatfoever  things  are  \ 
^lovely,  whatfoever  things  are  of  'gecdrcport ;  if 
<c  there  be  any  virtue^  and  if  there  be  any  praife, 
"  think  on  thefe  thitigs" — "  ftill  prefixing  toward 
the  mark  for  the  prize  of  the  high  calling  of  God  in 
(Thrift  Jefus,"  adding  grace  to  grace,  and  virtue 
to  virtue,  till  ye  are  made  meet  to  be  partakers 
of  that  tranfeendent  happinefs,  which  furpaiTeth 
all  human  conception,  and  which  God  hath  prepa- 
red for  thole  who  love  and  obey  him.  .  t 

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"  And  now  may  the  God  of  peace,  that  brought: 

"  again  from  the  dead  our  Lord  Jefus,  that  great 
"  fhepherd  of  the  fheep,  through  the  blood  of 
"  the  everlafting  covenant,  make  you  jUPff 
"  in  every  good  work  to  do  his  will,  working 
"  in  you  that  which  is  well  pleafing  in  his  fight, 
"  through  Jefus  Chrift  "  to  whom,  with  the 
rj«  illuminating  Spirit,  ^ke  tri-perfooal  and  ever 
adorable  Godhead,,  be  alN  glory  and  majefty, 
dominion  and  power,  both  now  an^f  ever.     Amen. 


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